Celestia rolled her eyes.
"C'mon, Mom!"
She made it a point to ask Raven if any of her relatives ever experienced something like this
"Just this once. Please!?"
The debate--if you could even call it that--went on for longer than she had initially expected. The seven-year old proved to surprisingly tenacious.
"It's only ninety minutes!"
She did have to give him credit in his. It would just be an hour and a half longer than he was normally up , and it was the weekend. In that regard, and somewhat against her better judgement, she agreed to his request, provided he went to bed straight after.
A sigh escaped her lips when she saw her son the next day:
Huddled up on his bed, every sheet, blanket, and pillow draped over or surrounding him like armor. Judging by the noticeable bags under his eyes and the thousand yard stare he was currently giving her (especially since his eyes were just about the only part of him visible), it was safe to say he hadn't slept at all the previous night.
"It was a scary movie, wasn't it?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"But it was animated!" He whimpered in reply.