Chapter One
Almost there! Can’t wait to tell her! Oh my gosh! The pink mare thought, galloping as fast as she could to her purple unicorn friend’s tree/house/library/thing. She still doesn’t know what exactly to call it. She’s tried calling it a “treousbrary”, but that was just silly. Really close! “Hey Pin- WOAH!” Spike’s greeting was interrupted as Pinkie’s speed pushed him to the bark of the tree. “Oh my gosh, Spike!” Pinkie exclaimed, in her usual Pinkie voice. “Are you hurt? I’m really really really really really really really really really really really really really sorry!” Spike rubbed his head in slight pain. “I’m fine, Pinkie. What’s the rush, though?” Pinkie jumped in glee. “Oh my gosh, Spike, guess what? So, like, I was going to Fluttershy’s house to ask for some food for Gummy, then when I went back, Gummy was, like, chewing on a letter! So so so, I tickled his belly t-“ Pinkie stopped. “Nevermind, you’ll hear everything inside when I tell Twilight!” She ran inside the treousb- library before Spike could even stand up. “H-hey! Wait for me!”
“Maybe I should put this in the basem- WAH!” The door burst open. “TWILIGHT! I’VE GOT SOMETHING REALLY COOL TO TELL YOU!” Pinkie shouted, panting. The moment came as a big surprise to Twilight, who took longer than usual to reply. “Yes, Pinkie? I’m in the middle of organizing my books.” “OH MY GOSH! Okay, so, like, I was going to Fluttershy’s house to ask for some food for Gummy, then when I went back, Gummy was, like, chewing on a letter! So so so, I tickled his belly to get it, and guess what!” “What?” Spike asked as he entered the room. “It was a letter accepting me to HOGWARTS!” “H-Hogwarts?” Twilight asked. “Hogwarts School for Gifted Unicorns? Pinkie, stop making up stories. That’s just from the Harry Trotter books.” “No no no, Twilight! Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Not ‘for Gifted Unicorns!’” Twilight rolled her eyes. “Pinkie, that doesn’t really make much difference. It’s not even a real school!” “I’m telling the truth, Twilight!” Pinkie insisted, looking quite annoyed. “Okay, Pinkie. Hogwarts was just something the author thought up about in her book. It’s not real. Well, even if it was real, you’re not a unicorn, so you won’t get accepted. Okay?” “But, it says I have magic!” “Pinkie, you may have your Pinkie Sense, but that doesn’t mean you could brag about it.” “Why won’t you believe me?” “Pinkie… Alright, do you have proof?” “Hmm… Oh, right!” Pinkie remembered her saddlebag, and searched for… something. Twilight was surprised at all the things the pink mare brought out. She’s not even sure how they could all fit in that small bag! An umbrella, cookbooks, a pie, some flowers, a bottle of hot sauce, some cupcakes, a cookie tray, a cookie jar, bananas, grapes, 17 balloons, Gummy… Pinkie took out so many things that Twilight can’t count them anymore. “AHA!” After about 10 minutes, Pinkie finally found what she was looking for. Her shout startled both Spike and Twilight, the former fell asleep around the time Pinkie threw a baseball bat. She handed her purple friend an envelope. Sure enough, it had the address of Sugarcube Corner, and, oddly, the specific room in which Pinkie sleeps in. How very Harry Trotter-ish. Twilight, although skeptical, opened it. Inside, she saw three letters. She took one and read it aloud.
“Dear Ms. Pie,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.”
The letter was signed by a woman named Minerva McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress. Ha! They misspelt McGanderhall! “See? I told you I was telling the truth!”
“Pinkie? Who sent this to you?” “I already told you, it was in Gummy’s mouth!” “Oh, right.” Twilght remembered the other two letters, and took the second one.
“Dear Ms. Pie,
We apologize for not bringing in Hogwarts personnel to explain all this, so we let the owl send this letter as an alternative.
Hogwarts is a school in Scotland which teaches magical children to control their abilities, and we take down every magical person born in Great Britain to know who we shall enter, although you are an exception, Ms. Pie. Although you live in a far different universe, we decided to let you in our school, and although you are far older than 11, you have the heart of one, and your magical skills are very similar to a human’s.”
Twilight stopped. HUMANS!? IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE!? After a few seconds of thinking whether she should continue or not, she decided that it would be interesting to read out the entire joke. Apparently, she thought long enough for Pinkie to say: “Silly Twilight! There are a few sentences more! You haven’t even touched the third one yet. Sometimes, I just don’t get you.” Twilight continued reading.
“Your Princess Celestia, in another of her discreet dimension-hopping sessions, told me about Twilight Sparkle and her friends, you included, and I was just in awe of your magical capabilities. Your ‘Pinkie Sense’ can see the near future, and you somehow randomly go somewhere you weren’t, but you learned to cope with this. Your Princess is willing to send you to a unicorn school, but the Equestrian Constitution states that ponies may not go to a race-specific school of a different race from theirs, but ‘anypony’ (as she says it) may go to race-free schools. She would make an exception, but she doesn’t want a repeat of events.”
Repeat of events?
“So, I said: ‘Well, why not send her to our school?’ Although reluctant at first, she agreed. To get here, you might need the Princess’ assistance. Tell her to send you to the Leaky Cauldron. She would know. Once you get there, go to the back alley and allow her to teach you the proper combination (You will know once you’re there yourself) to Diagon Alley. From there, your Princess will leave, but she’ll give you a key to your vault in the Gringotts Bank, where you’ll find enough Galleons to shop for your required materials. Once you go back, ask Tom to send you to your room, which would be Room 39. All expenses paid. On the first of September, kindly ask Tom to bring you to King's Cross Station. There, you must be very discreet. Find the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, and walk straight towards it, going through the barrier and entering platform 9 3/4.
See you at Hogwarts, Ms. Pie. Now, have a lemon drop.”
Twilight just noticed the lemon drop on the letter, next to the signature. “Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster.” It said. “I’ve tried eating it, but it just won’t budge!” Sure enough, Twilight tried removing it with unicorn magic, to no avail. “Pinkie, you know this isn’t real, right? It’s just some parody of Harry Trotter.” “It’s real, Twilight!” “It’s just a pran-“ “NOW GIVE ME OWLOYSIUS!” Twilight suddenly wore a confused look on her face. “Owloysius? What would you want with Owloysius?” Pinkie got the first letter, pointing at “We await your owl…”, saying: “Duh.” Twilight rolled her eyes for the second time that day. “Pinkie, it’s not real. Besides, Owloysius might not be able to carry the parchment! We don’t know if he’s Owlfrican or Owlopean!” Pinkie ignored Twilight’s nagging.
“Spike take a note.” Spike quickly grabbed a parchment and a quill from a nearby drawer and dipped the tip of the quill in ink. “OH MY GOSH! Okie, okie. Are you ready Spike? Okay. Ahem! Dear Mr. Dumbodarr, I AM SO EXCITED TO GO! I CAN’T WAIT! I HOPE THIS REACHES YOU! BEST LETTER EVER! Love, Pinkie Pie.” Spike was about to breathe his magic letter-sending fire, but Pinkie stopped him. “Uh uh uh! Owloysius will bring this to Hogwarts! Here you go Owloysius! Send this to Hogwarts!” Pinkie placed the parchment on Owloysius claws. With one “Who”, he flew out the window to parts unknown. “Okay, fine, you sent it. But I wouldn’t hold your breath!” Soon, Owloysius came back, still carrying a letter. “See, Pinkie? He came back! He doesn’t even know where to go!” Pinkie took the letter from Owloysius, and read it aloud, doing her best to imitate an old man's voice.
“Ah, you seem to be as enthusiastic as we are. See you at Hogwarts! Oh, and I apologize for the fake lemon drop, so I gave your owl one. He ate it. –Albus Dumbledore.”
Twilight’s jaw dropped. “So, Twi, wanna come with me to the Princess?”
