Sirius Cabin's Sirius Campfire, Saturday morning

[cheminthehead]

Gladys had spent another night watching the stars. She wasn't sure when it had happened, but... "Why Am I A Pony?"

She was, indeed, a pony, and a rather perplexed pony, at that.

Comments

[ihaveniceteeth]

There was a black pony trotting over to the fire, rather awkwardly trying to cover up the symbol on her rump with little success.

[cheminthehead]

"Hello," Gladys greeted her. "Is There Something Wrong With Your Tattoo?"

[ihaveniceteeth]

"Hello," Gwen replied, tail flicking nervously. "Wrong? Why would anything be wrong?"

[cheminthehead]

"I Do Not Know Why Anything Would Be Wrong. That Is Why I Asked."

[ihaveniceteeth]

"No, nothing's wrong." Apart from having the symbol of the secret organisation she belonged to displayed prominently on her arse, that was.

[cheminthehead]

Gladys accepted that. "Are You Usually A Pony Or Have You Changed Into One Today?" Anything was possible, here.

[ihaveniceteeth]

"No, not usually. This was a bit of a shock."

[cheminthehead]

"Yes. It Was A Bit Of A Shock To Me As Well. I Was Watching The Stars And Then I Was A Pony. A Pony With Wings"

[ihaveniceteeth]

Gwen nodded. "Yes, I noticed those."

[cheminthehead]

Gladys fluttered them. "My Name Is Gladys," she said. "I Am Usually Much Taller."

[ihaveniceteeth]

"I'm Gwen," she said. "I'm usually somewhat taller too."