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“Well Fluttershy, care to explain what happened this time?” Principal Cinch uttered in a discontented, slightly frustrated, and yet still snobbish tone; sitting in her tall, rotating, yet cushioned office chair. The back of her chair was facing Fluttershy, leaving the teen feeling almost isolated and alone in the dimly lit office. And rightfully so. The room had no windows, with the only source of light being a fairly medium sized, Swarovski chandelier and two small desk lamps. The left and right walls of the room were covered with long and wide book shelves filled to the brim with antique, leather bound books. The same kind of