Silver had noticed the day went through rather smoothly for her. Despite the occasional snicker in class or a bump on the shoulder or two, Silver had slid through the day without being noticed. She had even managed to answer a few questions in Psych.

After the Psych, she trotted up to Professor Potts with a bounce in her step. "Professor?" she asked, being sure to stand straight. Potts' ears twitched and looked up from his com. "I got your email. For the project?" she said. Potts nodded and leaned back.

"Oh?" he cocked his head. "Did you look at all of the links?" Potts stood up and walked past her. Despite being older than her, he was significantly shorter. (Which is saying something; Silver was considerably short) Potts walked up to the News Board and tapped the icon at the bottom.

The last of the ponies had filtered out of the room, leaving her and Potts in the room. "Yeah, I looked them over," she said slowly, walking up to him just as slowly. "What of it?" she said as she watched him pull up the email he had sent her.

"Just making sure that you did," Potts said, looking over his shoulder at her. "Find any other sources?" he said, bringing up all the links on the board. Silver shook her head, looking at her hooves. "I see," he said, tapping one of them. "I found some new material at the library. Unfortunately, the librarian there is a bit," he paused. "possessive." he ended.

"Possessive?" Silver trotted next to him. "So she won't let you scan the books?" she frowned. "That sucks," Silver tossed her bangs out of her eyes.

Potts chuckled softly. "Indeed. As I was saying, if you want to get in there, you need clearance," he looked at her over is glasses. "Specifically a Professor."

Silver nodded. "So, can you show them to me?" she asked.

"Why the newfound interest in this, Silver?" he asked lowly. "Only a week ago, you were giving me a considerable amount of lip about this," he sighed and scrolled through the link.

Silver shrugged. "Reasons," she mumbled.

Potts considered this for a moment. "Alright then," he said slowly. "The library is on the corner of Downdow and Hatchback, so it's not that far away from here," Potts maximized a section of the file, and highlighted a sentence. "Read this," he ordered.

"'...the investigation of the Downy v. Cake case was resided over by President Luna of the State. Despite her position of Supreme Judge, she had no comment after her decision of sending the former schoolteacher, Ms. Feather Downy to a sentence of fifty seven years in the Canterlot Penitentiary.'" Silver frowned. "Yeah, I've heard of that before," she paused, recognizing the name Downy. It itched at the back of her head, but she shrugged it off. "What's so important about this?" Silver asked quietly.

Potts shook his head and minimized the link. Potts raised an eyebrow and looked at her with his pink eyes. "Later," he said, ending the slur of questions she had on her tongue. "Are you sure you want to be seen at a library with an old croon like me?" he chuckled. Silver laughed and shrugged.

"Why not? You're my teacher. Only a freak would think that you were..." she trailed off. Silver shrugged. Potts paused and shot her a confused look. "Never mind," Silver let out a shaky breath. "Besides, they don't know everything," she looked away.

"What, about your father?" Pots laughed. "Don't tell me, they think I'm secretly a pervert or pedophile," Potts laughed, shaking his head. "Trust me, it's nothing I haven't heard before," the old professor opened a new tab. "How is your father?" Potts asked.

Silver sighed and looked at the floor. "Same as he was the last time you saw him," she coughed and averted her eyes.

"Unresponsive?"

"Mm," Silver looked out the window, her blue eyes darting from the window from the floor. It had begun to rain, and small rolls of thunder echoed throughout the hallways. "Same as he was ten years ago," Silver looked back at Potts. Potts didn't have the light look in his eyes anymore.

"Your mother?"

Silver laughed sourly. "About as helpful to me as a bucket of rotten apples, as per usual," Silver snorted. "She's still with her deadbeat boyfriend in Manehattan," Silver scoffed and looked back out the window. "Anyhow, when does the library open? I can't meet up after tomorrow, I have finals in Accounting," she said, walking up next to Potts, still shaking from frustration. She hated her mom. She hated her dad.

Potts placed a hoof on her shoulder. "Silver," he said slowly, staring into her eyes. "Slow down," he said, noticing her flustered behavior and her nervous twitches.

What frustrated her was the fact that these ponies who assumed that Potts was... doing something to her had no idea who Potts was to her. Her father, Well Wish, was Potts' top student and apprentice in the business venture. She had grown up knowing the old, gray pony, and was ecstatic to hear that he would be her professor. She was excited, until she realized how boring of a teacher he was. The only reason why they hated each other so much was because they knew each other too much.

Potts sighed and pulled up what looked like a schedule. "How about tonight? The library opens around 5:30, so we should be able to get some things done before it closes if we get a head start," Potts glanced at the board, muttering something about the time.

"Time?" Potts barked. Large digital numbers appeared on the board's silver surface. 2:45, Silver smiled. "We have time, then," Potts said. "Say, why don't we go now? This is your last class, right?"

"Yeah," Silver chirped as Potts closed the clock and shut down the board. She knew it would be a bad idea if her and Potts were seen together, especially after all of the messages, but she didn't really mind anymore. Silver would be out of Canterlot soon, anyways, and the college life far behind her.

After a few minutes of light chatting and Potts packing up his saddlebag, they finally moved out of the building and onto the busy city streets. Canterlot was far different from what it looked like it was portrayed in the history books. The city was white with tall, gleaming buildings, but it did not look clean, despite the constant Garbage Ponies picking up litter. It was a city to behold, but Silver couldn't wait to get out of it. She missed the more open, suburban areas she grew up in. Ponyville was never overcrowded like this.

Potts walked a tad bit slower than usual, his face distant and brooding. "Silver to Potts!" Silver tapped him on the head, his eyes widening. Once he regained his posture, he looked up at her. "I have a question," Silver said, looking straight ahead. Potts cocked his head.

"I have an answer," Potts said slowly.

"Why did you assign the Rebellion to me?" Silver pursed her lips and looked at her hooves. "I mean, Diploma or even Sunny Side is more advanced in Psych than me by a tenfold!" she cringed at Potts' raised eyebrow. "I guess I'm just slightly confused why you chose me for this. I'm not your best and brightest, and you know I'm about as talented as a dead horse when it comes to reports," Silver rolled her eyes and laughed.

Potts looked at her thoughtfully. "I suppose its because I think you can handle it." Potts said. "You see, there's going to be times where you're given something to do, but you don't have talent. When that happens, you just have to shoulder it and give it all you've got, despite your hatred for it," Potts said quietly, his eyes boring into her. "I guess I'm preparing you for that."

"With a report?" Silver snorted at his sudden brooding mode. "Deep much?"

Potts laughed softly and shook his head, his seriousness leaving his eyes. "I suppose I have a tendency to do that," he said quietly. "You'll have to excuse me for that; I do that frequently."

They then dismissed the previous topic and began to chat about other things. Although they weren't talking about it, it itched the back of her mind. Why would he say that? Silver thought, confused. And why does the name Downy sound familiar?