Twilight Sparkle paced up and down the castle halls, frantically flipping through the books in her magical grasp. She was going through another one of her classic freakout moments, this time concerning her daughter, Snowcone Syrup.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong with her! We’ve tried getting her a tutor, we’ve tried grounding her, we’ve tried everything and nothing has worked! And she’s only getting worse! Not even my books have the answers!”

Her wife, Tempest Shadow, watched her calmly.

“Well getting all worked up isn’t going to help us, now is it? Come on, sit down, breathe.”

Twilight sat down next to her, her attempts at breathing quickly turning to hyperventilating.

Tempest rolled her eyes, stifling a smirk.

“You always get like this when there’s a problem you can’t solve. Teenagers are like this, she’s just a hard one. She’ll probably grow out of it.”

“Do you see her behavior listed HERE?”

Twilight shoved a textbook in her face.

“I’m telling you, there’s got to be more we’re not finding! What if she’s depressed? What if she has anxiety? Two kids with anxiety, where is all this coming from?”

“I can’t imagine.”

Tempest pushed the book out of her face.

“She’s only 13. Let’s wait and see what happens before we start diagnosing her. Maybe there’s something we haven’t tried yet.”

Twilight perked up.

“You’re right! Back to the books!”

Tempest chuckled, following her wife as she raced to the library.

“Back to the books we go.”