In the darkness a purple horn ignited, pulling the old wooden door closed. The last light that spilled in from the corridor briefly illuminated the dusty, circular room and the figures inhabiting it. Seconds later a spark lit one of the few candles dotted around the room.
Six hooded figures sat at a circular table, magical calligraphy carved into its surface. With their heads bowed the meagre light of the candles could not penetrate the darkness of their robes, keeping their faces in shadow.
"Now, let's see what it says," the pony sat at a chair slightly larger, and slightly more elaborate than the others intoned.
"I brought snacks!" Suddenly one of the hooded figures erupted into action, flinging her hood back to reveal a shock of hot pink hair. From the depths of her robe she began to produce a stream of cakes, sweets and pastries.
"Pinkie Pie!" The first speaker said, putting her hoof to her concealed face. "We're supposed to keep our identites secret, it says so right here!" She po