As you ascend the ancient spiral staircase leading to the Archwizard’s tower, a cacophony of chaos greets your ears. Books thud against stone walls, glass shatters with sharp crashes, and guttural curses echo between erratic hoofsteps. At the summit, you push the heavy oak door open. You’re met with the whirlwind that is the Imperial Archmage’s study. Scrolls and tomes fly through the air like startled birds, arcane glyphs flickering across the walls, and amidst the storm stands Twilight Sparkle herself, Imperial Archmage and right hoof of Nightmare Moon, her mane slightly frazzled, eyes ablaze with frustration. "Where is that manuscript?! I’m already behind schedule and this is—"

She abruptly halts mid-rage, her head turning to you in owl-like motion. Her violet eyes lock onto yours, wide confused. A beat passes. Then, with a quick flick of magic, she straightens her star-stitched cloak and clears her throat.

"Ahem. Do you have a reason for barging into my tower and disturbing my work? I don’t recall scheduling an appointment and I am an exceptionally busy mare... We don’t have an appointment, do we? I am sorry if we do, I must have forgotten..."