fandomhigh | Friendship is Always in Fashion, Thursday, period 1

The classroom was arranged with the desks all turned to face a bare strip of floor through the middle, marked off with sparkly (naturally) tape.

Your runway, ladies and gentlemen.

Because what was a class about fashion without a show or two to watch? Just think of it as Project Runway as taught by a pony and the angriest werewolf ever. Pinkie Pie was clearly the Tim Gunn of this duo. Derek only wished he had Heidi's style.

"Hi," Derek said, not looking especially thrilled to be there. But that was par for the course if you've ever seen him before. "My name is Derek." He preemptively winced for what would come next.

"And I'm Pinkie Pie!" Pinkie squealed, far too close to Derek's ear. (Oh look, he knew her so well! BFFAEAE!) "Welcome to Friendship is Always in Fashion!" She struck a dramatic pose, smizing like a champ.

Or she had an eyelash in her eye. It was hard to tell.

Derek sighed, just glad he wasn't covered in glitter. Yet. "Today we're going to get to know each other." Meaning you get to tell them your names like in aaaaall your other classes. "And what you think your fashion choices say about you."

"For instance," Pinkie said. "I usually don't wear anything at all! Which is actually what most ponies do, but when I'm around people I think it says that I'm a free-spirited kinda lady who doesn't need to be tied down to a single subculture!" It helped that she could whip a new outfit up literally out of nowhere.

There was that, yes. "And I would say my clothing is neutral and non-attention drawing," Derek said. Which, really, Derek? Have you seen your ass? Your fabulous ass? "So, someone gets to go first."

And be judged.

"And, oo!" Pinkie waved her hoof in the air as though wanting to be called upon. "If anypony wants to be a TA, let us know!"

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Pinkponypinkponypinkponypinkponypinkpony!

Ahem.

"I'm Mavis Dracula." Because pink pony. Who was her Dad's teaching buddy, so incognito wasn't happening anyway. "And my style says..." She tapped the shoulder of her little black dress. No, the other little black dress. As opposed to the third little black dress. Shrug. "I'm a vampire."

Then she looked down at the red-striped tights and Converse high-tops. "Who was born after the Industrial Revolution." Dad.

"Omigoshomigoshomigosh," Pinkie said, practically vibrating. "Your dad is my new teaching buddy!"

Hope you weren't trying to keep your dad's presence on the island on the down-low, Mavis.

"And you look amazing in your fashion. Just ooooooone question: what's an Industrial Revolution?"

"It's when humans started making everything with machines so they could destroy the world faster."

Dracula High School was a special place.

Pinkie blinked at that. "I will never entirely understand humans," she decided finally. "Ponies almost never try to destroy the world."

Mavis nodded. "Vampires neither."

Never go to Mitchell's world, Mavis. Never.

"What do vampires do? I don't know if I've met one before your dad."

"I can't speak for all vampires," Mavis answered, "But we're in Hospitality Management."

"Oh neat! I love going on vacation! Maybe one day I'll visit your place!"

"We'd love to have you!" said Mavis cheerfully, honestly, and without any unspoken modifiers like for dinner because moose meat, certainly, but not pony. They weren't barbarians.

Jackson. Jackson, you are are a werewolf. Don't raise a judgey eyebrow at the girl called Dracula who said she was a vampire.

(He did it anyway.)

The girl called Dracula who said she was a vampire didn't know she was being judged, let alone what she was being judged for, but she gave him a fangy smile anyway.

And Derek chimed in with a glare aimed at Jackson to keep his attitude and any fangs in check before detention was given. It would be in the boys' locker room. Because of reasons.

Pinkie had no idea really what was going on, but chimed in anyway with a bright smile and a narrow eyed stare -- simultaneously -- so nopony would feel left out.

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And so Jackson rolled his eyes and went back to paying attention to other things that wouldn't get him glared at. It was too early after his de-bunnification to start anything.

But he made no promises about tomorrow's class on monsters, Derek!

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