Chapter 9
Draco Malfoy couldn’t believe his eyes when he stepped out of the floo at the Leaky Cauldron. He’d been here before- hundreds of times, in fact. But not once had he seen the Leaky Cauldron so… colorful. Streamers hung from the ceiling; a massive banner hung over the bar, reading ‘Welcome to a New World’. There was a girl with fluffy pink hair filling balloons so fast it was almost like a rope of them was ascending to the ceiling as she traversed the room. He was fairly sure that even magic couldn’t fill balloons that fast without popping them- but he was uneducated as of yet, so what did he know?
Then of course, the girl reached the end of her row, and disappeared upstairs in a blur… to reappear a half-second later with a truly enormous cake, which she plopped down on an empty table far faster than he would have thought possible, before vanishing for another one.
Finally, the fire flared green again behind him, and his mother- Narcissa- stepped out of it… before pausing to look around. “... Funny, I don’t think I’ve seen this before,” she muttered, joining him off to the side.
It took his father another two or three seconds to appear, during which no less than six more cakes- each at least as tall as he was- made it into the room, alongside numerous tables full of cupcakes, party favors, and other treats.
Right as his father stepped out of the floo, a set of four girls with vivid hair appeared out of nowhere… carrying what even Draco could recognize as muggle technology from halfway across the pub.
Lucius stiffened when he saw it. “Come,” he instructed, and led the way.
Draco followed him. The pink-haired girl stopped by very briefly, to say something so fast that neither he nor- judging by their expressions- either of his parents could understand. As Lucius led him and Narcissa towards Diagon Alley, he watched the four girls laying out their muggle tech on one of the booth tables, and seating themselves around it. One of them, with white and light blue hair, looked up and waved cheerfully as they passed. Lucius hissed, but Draco was very suddenly not all that concerned with that.
She had spotted him. And unlike the pink one, or the other three girls, her eyes didn’t just slide past him and proceed. Her eyes met his, and she stared, making him instantly uneasy. He tried looking away, but even when he couldn’t see her, he could feel her eyes boring holes in the back of his head. He glanced back just before closing the door out the back of the Leaky Cauldron- and sure enough, she was still staring. One of the other girls looked to be trying to get her attention… and he had just enough time to make out two red-haired boys by the floo before the door landed shut.
Hopefully, the Weasley family could distract her. He shuddered at the thought of walking past her again if she should happen to be still there when he finished his shopping trip. Would she stare at him like that again? He wasn’t sure.
If there was one thing he was sure if, it was that he hoped- prayed, even- that she didn’t go to Hogwarts as a Slytherin. He didn’t think he could stand being in the same house as someone that had stared at him quite like that.
Fred and George Weasley, having run on ahead of the rest of the family, were in time to see what looked like the Malfoy Family departing for Diagon Alley. Well, Fred was; George was still re-orienting himself from the Floo when the door landed closed behind the last Malfoy.
Halfway across the room, at one of the booths, was something that had caught Fred’s attention. There were four girls, each with vivid hair, dealing with a bunch of muggle stuff. Well… two girls. The third one, with wavy white and light blue striped hair, was standing next to the booth, holding a couple of muggle devices in her hands, and staring after Malfoy. The fourth, with curly pink and purple hair, was poking her, apparently trying to get her attention.
“C’mon,” Fred muttered to George, as soon as the latter fully re-oriented himself, before moving closer. Whatever else they were, these girls were a source of curiosity.
As they got closer, they started picking out what the girls were saying.
“Oy! Lyra!” The one with the curly pink and purple hair poked the staring one again.
Finally, the blue-and-white-haired girl responded. “... Huh.” Then she turned. “Yes, Bonbon?”
They could tell that Bonbon- the one that had been poking her- rolled her eyes, even though she was facing away from them. “Lyra!” Bonbon retorted angrily. “What was that about?”
Lyra looked back at the door to Diagon Alley for a second, then at Bonbon. “He’s…”
Bonbon put her hands on her hips. “You didn’t do anything to him, did you?”
“No, no, I didn’t touch him. I just happened to notice something, and it got my attention.”
“Gee, I didn’t notice. What did you do next, scan him fifty times?”
“No, only thirty-seven times. And no, I didn’t change anything, either. That’s not…” She glanced at the door again, before turning more fully to Bonbon. “That boy, their son, is Draco Malfoy. And if anyone was ever unsatisfied with their lot in life, that’s him.”
Bonbon’s tone became cold, but Fred could somehow tell the cold was not aimed at Lyra. “You mean to tell me,” she began, “that he’s a victim of-!”
“No, no,” Lyra interrupted, shaking her head. “Nothing like that. Near as I can tell, he’s actually been spoiled by his parents, and if I had to guess, a household servant as well. But, he’s not satisfied with his lot in life. Like, terminally unsatisfied, absolutely hates it.”
“... Seriously?”
“Yeah. It’s- It’s a bit hard to explain, and even harder to narrow down. It’s…” She paused, looking towards Diagon Alley. “It’s almost like he’s had everything handed to him on a silver platter, but doesn’t want it- wants to work for it.”
“You mean there’s actually someone like that?”
“Why do you think he attracted my attention like that? I didn’t think it was possible either, until I saw him!” Then she blinked, and looked up, past Bonbon, at Fred and George. “Can I help you?”
Bonbon turned on the spot, looked them over, rolled her eyes, and sat down at the booth.
“Hello,” Fred began. “We couldn’t help but notice your…” He trailed off, as his mind failed to supply something non-creepy to ask about.
“Hair,” George supplied. “How it’s colored down to the strand, but the colors never mix, even when your hair shifts.”
“Yeah,” Fred continued, trying to look like they’d planned it. “How did you do that? Even the finest color changing charms won’t do that.”
“Oh, heh heh,” Lyra muttered, suddenly uneasy, and looked at the other three girls for a second. “It’s… A little complicated?” She looked up at them. “But that’s not what you came to ask about, was it?”
It was the twins’ turn to be nervous. “Ahh…” Fred muttered.
“Err…” George muttered.
“Didn’t think so. You were listening to what I was telling Bonbon, weren’t you?”
They nodded meekly. Their intent was not to make an enemy.
“Then why didn’t you say so?” She glanced in the direction of Diagon Alley, before her tone shifted completely, a note of eagerness coming in. “Do you know the Malfoys?”
“Er… Not really,” Fred began. “But, ahh…”
“The Malfoy Family is one of the oldest of the ‘noble’ pureblood wizarding families,” George stated.
“And they’re both rich and very powerful,” Fred nodded. “Makes, ahh…”
“So,” Lyra grinned, “he will have been spoiled as a matter of course, and as a member of a ‘noble’ house, is expected to maintain a ‘noble’ front at all times?”
“Ahh, yes,” George confirmed.
Lyra looked at Bonbon. “Almost sounds like Diamond.”
Bonbon raised an eyebrow at her… then tilted her head contemplatively. “... Yeah, I can see the similarity,” she eventually answered. “And speaking of Diamond, you still need to call her.”
Lyra blinked. “Right!” She whipped out a small object that Fred instantly recognized as muggle stuff, touched it a couple times in very quick succession, and put it to her ear.
Draco Malfoy was, if he was entirely honest with himself, scared out of his mind as his Diagon Alley shopping trip drew to a close. He’d stuck to the plan, of course, so nobody knew he was anything less than the fully confident front he projected.
The problem was, starting from just a few minutes after he’d hit the Alley, waves of some twenty-five funny-haired first-years- mostly girls, he’d noticed- were regularly coming into the Alley to shop. He couldn’t shake the feeling that they had something to do with that one that had stared at him in the Leaky Cauldron- and by the time the final preplanned tangential excursion was complete, the entire Alley was flooded with them, and it was very hard indeed to shop for much of anything… Except wands. For some reason nobody had told him, at Ollivanders’ shop, he’d had priority over all the funny-haired girls buying wands.
And then, trying to simultaneously stand out as a Malfoy and blend in as a first-year, it became time for him to return to the Leaky Cauldron and, in it, the Floo back to Malfoy Manor. It was almost an hour and a half later than they’d planned; the waits at the various shops they’d actually needed to go to had been relatively short, but also excruciatingly long. Except at Ollivanders’, of course.
Several of the… girls had tried to strike up conversation at the various shops, while they waited. None of those conversations had lasted long- and, more often than not as near as he could tell, it wasn’t his fault. Only once had it been cut off by happenstance, when that girl’s… wave had continued on to the next shop on their list. That had been the shortest such conversation- but, thinking back on it, probably the only one that might have gone on for any duration, had it not been interrupted. The girl had introduced herself as ‘Diamond Tiara’, an… interesting name at the best of times.
And the way she had said ‘moms’ instead of ‘parents’ sounded… off to him.
All the others had, by his best guess, quickly formed negative opinions of him, from what he had no idea, and left by themselves.
He took a deep breath as Lucius tapped the wall to get back to the Leaky Cauldron. That Diamond Tiara girl had, despite having the shortest conversation, told him the most, albeit only with her parting statement. “Oh, I gotta go. I’ll have to ask my moms if I can stay for the party in the Cauldron, maybe catch you on your way back through. Bye!”
He had almost been able to feel Lucius sighing irritably when she said that. If there was a party there, they would probably be invited by happenstance- and be socially required to stick around and participate for at least a little. Add in the complete social no-no of disapparating directly from Diagon Alley, and they had no choice.
Draco, at least, had a little hope: That that Diamond girl would be there, and willing enough to chat in some corner to take up his time… and distract him from the strange blue-and-white-haired girl. As terrified as he was of Diamond, having a peaceful conversation with her was the least terrifying thing he could think of.
When Lucius opened the door back into the Leaky Cauldron, and Draco spied the kind of party that was going on inside, he tried very hard to look like he both knew what was waiting for him here, and was looking forward to it. He could tell that both of his parents were doing the same, and likely with more success than he- though, judging by the slight sagging of Narcissa’s shoulders, and the sudden stiffening of Lucius’ body, they weren’t having too much success either.
Both his parents quickly spotted a small cluster of social elite adults in the far corner, and started making their way over. “Go play with the others,” Narcissa urged him tonelessly, as they drew near; he had followed.
He knew what she meant, though. All those other nobles were wearing some of the most painful-looking smiles he’d ever seen- to the point that, even if he just sat at the bar ordering butterbeer and shunned the entire party, he’d have more fun than if he joined them. And of course, in telling him to ‘go play’, she was acknowledging that he actually had that option, which neither she nor Lucius had. They had to join the others, for social reasons that he understood only peripherally… and didn’t want to understand at all. Or deal with.
He quickly picked a destination- the bar, on the opposite side of the crowd as those girls in that booth; he’d spotted them on the way past, but he didn’t think that blue-and-white-haired girl noticed him.
Fortunately, for as full as the pub was, the bar itself was pretty vacant. He climbed up onto a barstool, faced the bar, and sighed to himself. He looked over towards his parents, ignoring the sound of someone taking the seat next to him. Just how long would they take?
“Okay, why the long face?”
He turned to look at the girl that had spoken, quickly schooling his face into calm disinterest. She was the one that had just taken the seat next to him, and it took him a couple seconds to place the hair.
It was Diamond Tiara, sitting on the stool such that she could lean back against the bar, and doing just that, her hands folded behind her head. It looked quite relaxing, but Draco couldn’t do that, for social reasons he didn’t understand at all. He idly wished he could do that too, as he tried to decrypt the girl’s words.
He didn’t come up with anything- she’d spoken too far outside his vocabulary. “Long face?” he asked.
The girl didn’t even bat an eye. “You look mighty unhappy,” she stated, by way of an explanation.
He blinked, and thought for a second, trying to find a way out. He couldn’t find one, so he settled for disputing it. “I do?”
She let out a laugh. “And I thought you sounded familiar in Madam Malkin’s,” she chuckled. “This is a Pinkie Party. Social restrictions like that are often more harmful than not- especially at a Pinkie Party. I mean, really.” She gestured towards where his parents were communing stiffly with the other nobles. “Those idiots are over there ‘enjoying’, quote unquote, themselves. Yet they’re probably actually having the worst times of their lives, because there’s so much here that they want to do, and can do, but don’t think they can do.” She sighed, and held out a closed fist towards him. “I was in that boat too, once.”
He looked at the fist. “Uhh…”
“Fistbump?” she offered, gesturing lightly with it.
He didn’t respond.
She dropped it. “Whatever. Cake?” She gestured out somewhere behind him.
He looked, then blinked. For a moment, there had been nobody there- then, with a blur of color, there was suddenly a girl, with blazing rainbow hair, grinning from ear to ear and holding two plates of cake, complete with cutlery.
“Thank you,” Diamond told the girl, accepting one of the plates, before turning back to him. “You want some?”
“Eh.”
The rainbow-haired girl responded. “Oh come on! It’s amazing!”
He shook his head.
The girl scowled. “Party pooper.”
A sudden blur of pink replaced the girl with a different one, this one equipped with poofy pink hair, six plates with cake and cutlery on them (which she was juggling with one hand, somehow), and a cannon. “Did someone saaaay, party pooper?” she demanded.
Diamond chuckled. “Rainbow did.” She turned back to Draco. “Seriously, this cake is to die for. Try some!”
“Well,” the pink-haired girl mused, putting a hand to her chin and looking contemplatively at the ceiling without interrupting her juggling act, “Not to die for, because you wouldn’t be able to eat it if you died, would you? Unless,” Both her hands came up to her face this time, pumping excitedly, the juggling act maintained by her knee. “Unless it was a ghost cake, now that might be to die for!”
“Ahh…”
“Don’t mind Pinkie,” Diamond chuckled. “It’s a rare day when she doesn’t confuse me at least once. Best not to think about it. But seriously, cake? Pretty sure she baked it here at the Leaky Cauldron, too.”
“Ahh… Okay,” he muttered. “I’ll- er, thank you.”
The pink-haired girl- Pinkie- had placed one of the plates of cake into his hands the moment he’d started to extend them to accept the cake. The part that amused him the most, was that the slice was utterly undamaged, the cutlery resting neatly on the side of the plate.
Just like the five others she continued juggling with an elbow.
“You’re super-duper welcome!” Then she vanished, canon, juggling act, and all.
“... What,” he uttered.
“That’s Pinkie Pie,” Diamond assured him. “Try not to think about her too much. Lyra is probably the only one whose head wouldn’t explode by trying to understand her… and that’s because she’s the one that made it possible.”
“... Oh.” He placed the cake on the bar in front of him, lifted the fork, and carved a careful piece out of it.
It was good.
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I wonder if draco's mom is as psychotic in your story as she is in canon. Also, It just came back to me that draco and harry are '"cousins" through sirius's godfathership of harry. Dunno why that came to me now, as I was writing this comment, but I first worked that out when I first was reading through the harry potter series.
Hmm, neat
I'm not even a huge potter fan, but I'm loving this more and more every chapter
Let's hope Malfoy has a... Slightly better experience in Hogwarts at least. Sure, he grew up in luxury, but lack of freedom hurts in it's own way.
I like the comparisons between Draco and Diamond. But who might Diamond's "moms" be? We know her parents so did she possibly get adopted? Here's to more chapters
I'm not sure, but I don't think using the description "muggle tech" would occur to Draco. Perhaps "complicated muggle artifact"?
This does a MUCH better job of showing that Draco does not like his spot in life than your first attempt did.
Still, it doesn't fit cannon very well; Draco, officially, enjoyed his privileged status.
I do think this makes a better character.
Good work with Pinkie, it really felt accurate. And glad to see a post-reform DT trying to help someone that she finds all too recognizable.
I like how you painted Draco's character here. Giving him a realistic background like this make his possible future transition much smoother than the original story. Good thing the first pony he talked to was Diamond and not the CMCs.
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Narcissa was actually rather pleasant and cared for him - somewhat racist (still) but otherwise an okay person. Lucius was a step up of douche, but you may be thinking of Bellatrix Lestrange - Narcissa Malfoy's sister.
Diamond is going to have all of Slytherin following her within a month. Being a leader is her talent, after all.
I'm confused.
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In other words, most of the Equestrians don't like talking to him, and he can't figure out why... and/or doesn't see it as that.
This is something I like to call a middle tier story. Not bad enough to declare it worthless, but not good enough to truly enjoy it. I'm afraid it's your treatment of Lyra that drags down the fanfiction: everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, must revolve or be releted to her. Even Pinkie's abilities. That's not the same as being a protagonist, that's her being a (sorry, but there's no other word) Mary Sue. Someone must show great perception/knowledge/intelligence? If every time it's Lyra, then things will get boring. Fast. There are other issues, such as sometimes forced jokes, but this one is biggest. I'd say you need to give other characters a chance to shine from time to time, but that's up to you. Until then I'll keep reading, but my downvote will stay.
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Lyra is not a Mary Sue.
If you read The Gate, which this story is a rewrite of, she was there.
She has deliberate flaws here. That haven't appeared yet, because I've been using her as a tool to set everything up. It was either that or introduce a dozen different powerful or smart characters, and lose everyone in a sea of underdeveloped characters... Or to explain it away with "congregation of royal mages", make everything take forever, and introduce- guess what- one pony to act as their spokespony!
As such, she does appear a bit like a Mary Sue, at this point in the story. Rest assured that she is not one. Yes, she is powerful, and she is smart, but she's also mostly an expository character. She does have her part to play through the rest of the fic, but it's a fairly small part- and by no means a main part. As a matter of fact, It's only in these last couple chapters that the actual main characters have started appearing!
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Hence why I said I will keep reading future chapters - I did hope it would improve. If it will, then great.
But that part about having to use Lyra as exposition, since the opposite (a large group of ponies with knowledge) is worse? Rubbish. There is such a thing as golden mean - a small group, but a group nontheless. Say, a trio of researchers, that's the typical number that works great in actual scientific research teams. If you had three or a bit more, then you would pull off introduction without making the first chapters appear as something the entire story isn't - that's how it ended up here. And introduction is very important - if a reader abandons the story, it's almost always at this point.
Let's dissect just the part about Lyra and Twilight. Lyra dominates the conversation. Sure, Sparkle simply has less information to work with as she didn't build the portal, but by making Lyra outright say everything of importance, without Twilight contributing in any meaningful way, you undermined the character building. Twilight was very capable in the show when it came to magic in general. One doesn't have to make character a real Mary Sue for it to appear as one - you only need to put it next to another character that is already very good at something and have them outperform them with large margin. If flaws were introduced before, it wouldn't be that big of a deal, but with how things ended up the first impression is underwhelming. Same result would be achieved if Lyra was accompanied by someone with average knowledge on subject. Twilight, as someone with the same or even greater skill, was just a bad match for your purposes of making Lyra the only source of information. Still, I know making a large exposition can be difficult and professional writers much better than you or me made the same mistakes, so there's no reason to worry too much about it. I was just trying to point out that the initial impression is misleading and it might be a good idea to do something about it. Unless we are close to the end of exposition, I'd advise introducing some secondary character to lessen the use of Lyra - I've read all chapters in a row and at the end my interest started to disappear, so some change might be required to not lose readers. Your introduction of Draco did help though. I would say you even handled it better than Rowling, original Draco was horribly one-dimensional.
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Why thank you.
... And, checking the chapters in the publication queue, this one marks the end of the Diagon Alley arc... and with it, the "situational exposition" segment. This chapter, and the next few, are much more focused on character development... and not Lyra.
Actually, the issue of Lyra and Twilight is a good one.
Lyra may have some faults. But so far, no one has scolded her, done anything to reign her in, etc. We see her as basically the top-tier pony, second only to the princesses. And not Twilight.
The only thing we see that might indicate someone trying to scold her was the (twice, I think) times we see someone asking if she did something to someone else, and Lyra makes it clear that she's only reading them.
So, so far it looks like Lyra has some sort of "Heavens Gate" type of altering others ability that she has a character flaw of "Maybe I should alter someone else".
Good grief. As I'm writing this, I'm realizing: You've turned Lyra into a reformed Starlight.
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... Not far off, actually. (The turned-Lyra-into-a-reformed-Starlight thing, that is)
I mean, she's a little different... but in the end, she's a mad scientist that does her own thing, can be very difficult to control... and has a focus on safety, so nopony ever gets hurt. Specifically nopony, since she doesn't know how to make sure the British won't get hurt yet.
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I can only imagine the frustrated reactions Lightning Dust and Rainbow will have. And now am looking forward to seeing that.
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She certainly has a lot of practice delivering things. I can see her getting drinks for her table only to get accidentally (on all counts) roped into helping Tom.
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Yeah, especially since with her regular yellow hair she probably looks like a normal wizard.
Draco just witnessed the horror of Pinkie Pie.
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I know you have written all of this already but please consider adding our insanity to the relevant scene. I honestly don't actually consider her best pony (maybe best background pegasus) but it would be quite the upset that Dash might accept eventually but would leave Dust sputtering at how this loser (her thoughts not mine) could beat her by accident.
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Well...
The winner isn't specified until Chap. 18... which I haven't finished writing yet...
I certainly left the playing field open.
I just had a thought. The HP books take place in, like... 1991 and on.
Where in the holly f!@# did they get cell phones!? At least, phones that could fit in your car?!
But... Diamond Tiara has a dad...?
You traditionally quote/unquote before saying the thing you're quoting. Pretty sure.
Boy, Malfoy is a lot less spicy than I remember from the books!
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Yes, the HP books start in 1991. For the purposes of this story, they start in 2021, for the explicit purpose that I don't have to worry about what technology did or didn't exist back then. I'm a computer nerd, and history has historically been my worst subject.
Yes, Diamond does have a mom and a dad... Well, in canon, at any rate. That's alluding to some of the changes I've made to the MLP world, which will be clarified in... I think that one was the very next chapter, though it might not have been.
And yeah, Malfoy is different from the books. I can't write him as he is in canon- he's just too flat there, and doesn't seem to have a mind of his own. So, I decided it must be a facade, that he's using to hide something, before later coming to chose the Death Eatery. This is the result.
That just killed me.
Is there any particular reason that you like to make Lyra a mage beyond compare? I've noticed that you do this consistently. Is it because she's a minor character in canon, or because you like her character in particular?
Similarly, Pinkie Pie being her fault is unusual and also slightly curious. I wonder what could make that something that she would either want or need to do?
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I usually use Lyra because, in canon, she's a blank slate (mostly, and ignoring that 'slice of life' episode that ruined so many fanon background characters)... and I need someone that I can fudge around with to create the scenarios I want to play with... and I despise using OCs, because they require significantly more development- in general- before they're truly "accepted" as characters in the story. Plus, I absolutely suck at creating OCs.
As for Pinkie... I don't know. Experimentation, probably. And wanting to help Pinkie be that much better at what she does.
Why does Diamond Tiara have two moms? What happened to Filthy Rich?
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I was about to ask that as well.
Unless...
Does the portal arbitrarily assign a female gender to ponies coming through from Equestria?
Or is it merely that the gender ratio in Equestria is such that Filthy Rich is able to have more than one wife?
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Nope, nothing like that. Her family situation is... unique, and revealed later.
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If anything, it should've been Spoiled Rich that was kicked out and replaced; she's the nasty, controlling one, after all.
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Agreed.
As such, my headcanon for Diamond...
Spoiled Rich is emotionally abusive. She got caught, and jailed. Filthy isn't abusive, but he is technically negligent- the way I see it, he loves her, but he doesn't know how to show it. The Equestrian legal system would probably have let him off with coaching on how to be a better parent, but he asked for them to get her to someone that could care for her well... so she ended up being Bonbon & Lyra's foster daughter. Filthy was granted visitation rights and all, and Diamond still views him as her father- but Spoiled... Well, you'll see next chapter.
Well, in any other story I would say that's Trixie, but here, where dark purple=blue, and light green=blue, it could be anyone.
Edit: ah, so it's Lyra. I never get used to that description.
The meeting with twins was... something. They're kinda here, but not really? They don't have any own plans, don't notice anything but Lyra, and then just act generic and then make uh and ah sounds. In fact, if you erase their names from narration, you could almost confuse them with Malfoys, or anyone else.
Why not start with them discussing a prank plan, then think that someone was already ahead of them and dyed everyone's hair as a prank, and then them interacting with Pinkie, ending with them promising to do a prank collaboration. Maybe make them meet with Lee Jordan before meeting Pinkie, to show that this is not void with ponies.
So, Lyra "made it possible" for Pinkie to do her things, and it's already a second time this is mentioned. In canon it was Rainbow who made it possible. So, did Sonic Rainboom not happen, and Lyra made Magic Mintxplosion, Reverse-Flash style? I wonder if you look closely at the border of Ponyville, near the waterfall, you will find a Map with crumbling thrones around it?
I gave the story a chance but it’s not for me I just a make myself believe that a random unicorn like Lyra would be more intelligent or powerful or skilled then ponies like twilight sparkle and starlight glimmer
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...?
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Isn't it more like her obsessions with humans made her want to reach other dimensions? Others could probably do the same if they tried.
Though she is seemingly perfect.
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It's not only that. She is basically the only person anyone interacts with. She explains every single thing to everyone, knows every person in advance, and is even seen explaining details of Hogwarts to the others. It's actually comedic how much the narrative revolves around her.
I have to stop reading now too, because it's clear the story is not about ponies going to Hogwarts, it's about Lyra and only Lyra.
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... Even though Lyra's part disappears almost completely in about two chapters.
Sorry about that.