Piper looked up at the fashionable girl and her pencil clattered to the floor, her mouth hanging open with an uncharacteristic speechlessness. It was her. Well, one of the several “hers” that would warrant such a reaction. Once of the magic girls that saved the whole school...twice! And it was even the fabulous one! Not that Piper had a favorite, that would be creepy, but-
Oh, Mamma Mia! She was staring! She shook her head to clear the super trooper lights from her eyes and regained her voice, losing only a fragment of her immaculate diction and on-the-spot improvisation to her moment of starstruck surprise.
“Oh, goodness, you- you are a fan of the works of Rodgers and Hammerstein?! I mean, obviously,” she laughed it off, touching her palm to her forehead. “After all, Doe, a Deer remains the best way to learn solfege, and Edelwiess is enough to make any patron of the arts cry!” Piper took a breath, the first since the start of her soliloquy, and realized that she just made herself out to be a massive nerd in front of an actual superhero. Very smooth.
“So sorry! I kind of got away from myself there, my bad, truly.” She glanced away, sincerely grateful that she’d at least kept Yorick, her precious prop skull, in her backpack and not fallen into iambic pentameter, as was sometimes her way. “My name is Piper. Piper Arietta Capella, A. Capella if you prefer, Treble if you’re Vinyl Scratch... but just Piper is fine.”
She gave a quarter bow, as dramatic as she could while seated in her desk. “And you’re Rarity! The Rarity! Oh, I simply loved your group at the Battle of the Bands... or, well, I loved listening to the recordings afterwards. At the time, I’m afraid I quite despised you... and before that, the usurp of Sunset Shimmer! It’s all so very... dramatic!” She swooned, then sat up with a grin. “Oh, but I’m talking your ear off, now, aren’t I? Ugh, Fiddler on the Roof, I always do this...” Her face turned even pinker as she shook her head apologetically, her lips clamped stubbornly shut.
