Twilight Sparkle was used to catching a moment's peace whenever she could. When she had first arrived at Ponyville, she had seen no reason why she couldn't adapt her rigorous schedule to her new lifestyle - replace classes with personal studying, leave more time for luncheons and visits with friends, etcetera. This mentality had gone out the window sometime between staving off the parasprite invasion and dealing with a stable time-loop she herself had created. It had become apparent since then that she'd have to accept more surprises in her life, and less schedule for it. Over time, she had began to get used to it, taking advantage of her quiet time to get what she wanted done but knowing it might get interrupted at any point.
Still, receiving a knock on the door before she had even opened the library for the day did not bode well for today's plans. She had been hoping to get started on a particularly riveting text about biomagical systems after breakfast, and unexpected visits seldom