“That’s enough.” Bright Star glared at her department heads. “Princess Celestia asked us personally to go to Ponyville and assist Twilight Sparkle in whatever way possible. I don’t see how dredging up personal history will help with that task.” She glared at Perry in particular, wondering if it was Twilight who had been a past love. The unicorn was well-known throughout the halls of academia. It was hard to imagine that she had any interests beyond the pursuit of knowledge—even her professors had agreed that she spent altogether too much time in the library. Still—for a professor to even consider a relationship with a student. . . .