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no_vampires_plz) wrote2012-07-03 06:01 am
no_vampires_plz) wrote2012-07-03 06:01 am
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It's About Time, part 1
It's been a sleepless night in the Books and Branches Library... for 50% of the residents, at least. It was already nearly midnight when Twilight discovered something alarming: while she had the entire month's schedule sorted out down to the last minute, she had neglected to budget any time for putting together next month's schedule. The past six hours have been spent going over her calendar, looking for any possible edits she can make.
The sun's just beginning to rise when she hits a breakthrough. "Ohmygosh--I think I did it!" she shouts to the empty room. "If I can find a way to read The Art of Invisibility Spells and Thornhill's Brief History of Canterlot at the same time, that could leave me a half-hour scheduling window--"
A strange breeze across her flank makes her look up. "Huh?"
There's a whirlwind rising in the middle of the room, scattering papers and books everywhere. The source of the wind seems to be an orb of pale pink light, growing in size and brightness by the second.
"What's going on??" Twilight backs away, shielding her face from the whirling papers and the brilliant light.
The orb keeps growing until it almost fills the room, then shrinks into a single blindingly bright point--
The sun's just beginning to rise when she hits a breakthrough. "Ohmygosh--I think I did it!" she shouts to the empty room. "If I can find a way to read The Art of Invisibility Spells and Thornhill's Brief History of Canterlot at the same time, that could leave me a half-hour scheduling window--"
A strange breeze across her flank makes her look up. "Huh?"
There's a whirlwind rising in the middle of the room, scattering papers and books everywhere. The source of the wind seems to be an orb of pale pink light, growing in size and brightness by the second.
"What's going on??" Twilight backs away, shielding her face from the whirling papers and the brilliant light.
The orb keeps growing until it almost fills the room, then shrinks into a single blindingly bright point--