Luna glared around at the packed courtroom as it exploded into muffled noise. Ponies were whispering into each other's ears, and quills were frantically scratching across papers. A unicorn sketch artist focused intently on the door in the hopes of capturing the perfect image of Princess Celestia's protege being escorted by a batpony, and when they opened, she got her wish. Luna's frown deepened—she was glad she'd put her hoof down and forbidden cameras. She'd had enough of them sullying a rousing hoofball match, crowded along the sidelines or fluttering up in somepony's view.