Professor Twilight Sparkle
Twilight Sparkle once again sat in her castle reading. Her room had a library in it full of magic books. While downstairs had a public library to replace the old one, Twilight’s library had spell books and the full Daring Do series.
“Mails here!” Spike said pulling a wagon full of packages, letters, and fan mail. Since Twilight had got her own castle, she had gotten tons of fan mail. So much, that she had no time to look through it all. “There’s also a letter from Princess Celestia.” Spike said holding a scroll.
“Really?” Twilight asked, “She hardly sends me letters anymore.”
“Maybe something really good happened.” Spike said excitedly.
“Or something really bad.” Twilight said opening the scroll with her magic.
“So what does it say?” Spike asked.
Twilight read the letter out loud:
Dear Twilight Sparkle,
I hope you are as excited as I am to here that you have been offered a position at Pony University as high professor of magic. This position is a teacher, not a princess. Pony University is up north near Manehattan. Students are not just ponies. Griffons, hippogriffs, and other sort of ponies go there too. A job as a professor is very important, so you might be there for a while. Teachers stay on campus, just like the students, except that you of course have a bigger room. The professor of magic means that you teach unicorns spells that you deem useful. Spike will be your assistant there. And as I know you would ask this, your friends are allowed to come. They can attend the school for free, or assist you. I look forward to your decision.
Your friend and mentor,
Princess Celestia
“A job as a teacher?” Spike asked. “That sounds a little boring.”
Twilight looked at Spike excitedly. “Spike! Do you know what this means?”
Spike looked at Twilight. “Uh, no.”
“It means I can be a teacher!” Twilight shouted excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to be a teacher. Teach the next unicorn generation like Celestia taught me!” Twilight was jumping up and down and flying throughout the room in excitement. She’d put Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash to shame, with what she was doing.
“Oh! I’ve got to pack!” Twilight said. She levitated a large suitcase to her bed and opened it. She began quickly putting supplies and other things she’d need. All the while saying, “I’ve got to tell every pony! Will they be happy for me? What if they’re not? What if they never forgive me for leaving?”
“TWILIGHT!!!” Spike shouted. Twilight stopped franticly packing and looked at Spike. “Don’t you think you should send a letter to Princess Celestia saying you accept the position?” he asked.
Twilight calmed down. “You’re right Spike. Send a letter to Celestia saying I accept the position. And let every pony else know, will you?”
“Sure Twilight.” Spike said.
And as Spike wrote a letter to Celestia, Princess Twilight Sparkle became, Professor Twilight Sparkle.
Trains, confessions, and bribing.
Train rides are typically boring. But when you have a good conversation starter, it can either be really good, or really bad. When you’re going to become a teacher, you’re friends can be a little irritated.
“A teaching job, huh?” Rainbow Dash said. “Why would you take a teaching job? And why did you drag us along with you.”
“A teaching job is something I’ve always wanted to do.” Twilight explained. “And I brought you all along because you can get free classes, and you get to choose them.”
“Yeah, still sound’s boring.” Rainbow said.
“Well, Celestia sent me a letter with all the available classes.” Twilight said. “Fluttershy, there’s a class about animals. Getting to know them and earning their trust.”
“Ooh, that sounds lovely.” Fluttershy said.
“There’s also a marching band.” Twilight said. “Ponies can participate, if they can play an instrument of course.”
“A marching band!” Pinkie Pie shouted excitedly. “Maybe I can play my genuine crystal bugle horn!” Pinkie pulled a bugle horn out of her bag and played it. Every pony in the train covered their ears in agony. Pinkie stopped. “What?”
“Rarity, there’s three sewing classes. Beginner, intermediate, and expert.” Twilight said to Rarity.
“That sounds fun. But I have to be in expert.” Rarity said.
“That won’t be a problem. Celestia says that you can choose your own classes, no matter what the level.” Twilight explained. “And when the year is over, three courters of the items made will be donated to the Manehattan homeless pony shelter.”
“That’s very generous.” Rarity said. “Suits me, don’t you think?”
“It does indeed.” Twilight said. “Applejack, well in does…”
“No offense Twilight, but I was hopin’ I could help ya out.” Applejack said.
“Thank you Applejack.” Twilight said. “In fact, it doesn’t seem like there’s anything that would accommodate you.”
“That’s all right; I didn’t want to go to school anyway.” Applejack admitted.
“Well, Rainbow Dash, I have just the idea for you.” Twilight told Rainbow Dash.
“Lame.” Rainbow said.
“A position on the school faculty would suit you.” Twilight said. “You and other ponies would be able to choose the events that go on at the school. You get to choose what special events happen. And every pony would have to go to them. Even the teachers.”
“I’m in!” Rainbow yelled.
“Good. So we all know what we want to do?” Twilight asked.
“Oh yeah!”
“Absolutely!”
“Yes-in-deedily!”
“Yep.”
“I, I guess.”
“Great.” Twilight said. “Now, we’ll be greeted by the school’s headmaster. His name is John De Lancie.”
“I’ve heard about him!” Rainbow said. “His voice is supposed to sound a lot like Discord’s.”
“Okay.” Twilight said.
“All off for Pony University!” The conductor shouted.
“Okay let’s get off.” So the six ponies and one dragon got off the train. Greeting them was a brown unicorn with a grey mane and goatee.
“I’m John De Lancie, the headmaster of Pony University.”
