A Near Miss

Back in her one room soon to be ex-apartment, Near Miss got to thinking what she would do next. She could move back in with her parents, but that was unappealing as, due to her frequent accidents, her parents had forbade her from using magic in their house. That they had decided to demolish what was left of her room and wall off the doorway when she moved out also didn't help.

Spotting yesterday's newspaper, she flipped to the classified ads and read through the 'for rent' section. Because Canterlot was mostly upper class, most of the places available would cost more than she made in a month, and the others would still eat up almost all her earnings. Doing temp work might be enough to live rather comfortably in other places, but not in Canterlot.

While idly flipping through the rest of the paper, Near's eyes landed on the announcement of a wedding between the principal of some state run school, and a former traveling magician. At the end of the article there was a small note that the magician's now unneeded caravan was for sale, details on page 17. Near flipped to the ad:

Used Caravan for sale
In good condition with new wheels
Probably no longer haunted
2500 bits

Near Miss sat up and read the ad again. While the 'probably no longer haunted' bit was somewhat concerning, the rest looked good. If she was buying instead of renting, her savings could easily cover the one time 2500 bit bill, with enough left over for her to live on for years without working if she was careful with her money. Near cut the add out of the paper and stuffed it into her saddlebags as she left for the bank. Half an hour later, with 3000 bits weighing her down somewhat, Near Miss boarded a train to Ponyville.