fandomhigh | Friendship 101, Wednesday, Period 2

Pinkie had the Danger Shop programmed to resemble a bucolic field, almost cartoon-like in its bright cheerfulness, full of lush green grass and tiny pink and purple flowers.

At one end of the field was a copse of trees, behind which lurked a slightly dilapidated creepy shack.

Pinkie was willing to make some concessions to Derek's personal style. Because Pinkie was nice like that. Unlike the other teacher there.

The moment class was scheduled to begin, the Danger Shop doors slid shut (hope no one was late on their first day), and a breeze kicked up, making the tiny flowers sway and dance. A vibrant pink, purple, and yellow hot air balloon drifted over the gathered students and slowly, as if by magic, came to a gentle landing on a clear patch of grass. Pinkie leaned over the side of the basket, madly waving her hooves. Derek glowered. As was his wont. Pinkie leaped from the basket, struck a pose, and without further ado, began to sing:

"You are all our students, YAY!
You make us shout hip hip hooRAY!
So we will start our class today,
with a happy, happy song!*
TAKE IT, DEREK!"

Pinkie jumped to the side, tossing a top hat and black cane at Derek. Both of which were watched as they fell to the floor after hitting him. Because Derek was not meant for musical theater, kids. Terribly sorry about that.

"Hi." That was downright cheerful for him!

Pinkie blinked. Then started applauding. "Let's hear it for Derek Hale, fillies and gentlecolts!" When the applause died down -- or, well, hers did, anyway -- Pinkie threw her hooves in the air again and beamed at the students. "And I'm Pinkie Pie! And this. . . ." Was that an actual drum roll? ". . . is FRIENDSHIP 101!"

Derek rubbed his forehead for a moment, as though to clear his thoughts of all the insanity that went hand in hand with Pinkie. "If you're in the wrong class, leave now." Like he wished he could... "If not, introduce yourselves."

He was going about this all wrong. Pinkie should have made him rehearse.

"You could tell us your name!" she said. "Ooo! And your favorite color. And OH OH OH! Tell us about your bestest friend in the WHOOOOOLE wide multiverse! That'll be fun, right, Derek?"

"Sure." Loads of fun for all!

"Ooo, and we could use some TAs." Pinkie nodded seriously. "TAing for Friendship is very important work."

* tune unknown. Feel free to make it up yourself!

[ooc: cowritten with the delightful

justlurkinghere, natch]

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"I guess not!" Pinkie said cheerfully, though she had no idea why a pink pony might be upsetting, or what there was to understand or not understand.

Emily made her best attempt not to lose her mind. But Pinkie Pie was still there.

"Tell me about, uh, Derek I guess? It's a very... intriguing couple, you two?"

Pinkie laughed delightedly. "Oh, we're not a couple!" Ewww, why would she be interested in a human? "We're just good friends. We met at the bar he works at in town, and we hang out there almost every week!"

Yes, that was mostly because Derek was a captive audience there. BUT HE'D BEEN NICE TO HER WHEN SHE WAS A DEPRESSED BABY PONY.

Emily didn't even meant it that way and now she had horrible mental images nobody should ever have. Ever. GOOD WORK PINKIE PIE.

"I...know. You have to admit you two kind of...clash though." Emily knew nothing of baby ponies and she certainly wasn't about to risk getting feelings over her for the sake of learning about it.

"Oh, he's just kind of grumpy," Pinkie said fondly. "He actually reminds me of my friend Doodle."

Yankee Doodle Donkey would be rolling over in his grave, were he dead.

"Is he tall, serious and a bit intimidating?" And called Doodle? Come on.

"He's a grumpy old donkey with no hair."

Emily didn't answer right away; she was too busy bending over with laughter, because that was basically the crackiest comparison between Derek -which she didn't even know at all- and, well, Doodle. It brought actual tears to her face, dammit.

Moments later, the girl managed to regain her cool. "I guess you're pretty funny," managed to say as she cleared her throat.

Pinkie giggled happily right along -- she didn't represent the element of laughter for nothing. "That's what they tell me!"

So Emily couldn't bring herself to outright hate the pony. At least not until next class. It was a small victory for Pinkie, but something was something.

"With good reason, I suppose. You have told Derek about this, right?"

"First time I met him! He did this." And she did a remarkable imitation of Derek's disgruntled sigh, complete with scowl and overhanging brows.

She had seen this one coming, so Emily just snorted and covered her mouth with a hand. She was never going to see the guy again. "He's not so bad if he agreed to be here, I guess." Hidden depths or something?

"I only had to convince him a little!" Her wibble was very convincing.

"So you two are friends." Or Derek was incredibly weak to cuteness.

"Well, yeah, that's what I said!"

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