"I see what you're thinking," he said, levitating her saddlebags open and sliding the packet inside. "Just fill it out, okay? Bring it back, I'll take care of getting everything sent in. There's no guarantee the college will accept you. I know..." He looked around, making sure there were no other ponies in the room who might overhear. There weren't. "I know your family isn't well-connected, or wealthy. But the college doesn't require either one. Many of the best scholars come from humble backgrounds."