The first item on the checklist read: 

Prepare a checklist for all things needing to be packed for tomorrow.

After that line, the page was blank. Disbelief blurred the unicorn's eyes until her senses returned. She reared on her hind legs and wailed in frustration before starting her rampage. Fraught, she flipped over books and dug through bookshelves in search of any sign of a list of things she needed to bring along. Minutes slipped by faster than books Aria could flip through, until the unicorn stopped to stare at the clock once more.

Five minutes to nine?!

Suddenly, a soft couple of knocks interrupted the chaotic air. Aria jumped clear across the library, her eyes set on the round entryway upon landing.

“Aria? Are you awake?” came a familiar voice.

In her anxiety Aria couldn't put a face to the voice. In fact at that moment she couldn't put any faces to any voices, aside from her own. The purple unicorn ran over to the door with great reluctance as the issue of time frazzled her mind. Without even thinking, however, she pulled open the door and peered outside.

Standing before her door was a male unicorn, his gray coat glimmering with a light hint of violet. His rugged, wavy mane and tail were goldenrod with pale yellow streaks, as if to reflect the rays of the sun itself. His jagged hair ran not long down his neck nor his tail below his knees, very well kept overall. His green eyes were wide open as a nervous smile crossed his face.

After a pause of two-way head-to-toe inspection, he started, “Aria! Uh, a-are you-?”

“Cosmo! Uh, sorry, can't talk, need to pack!” the mare shouted desperately, and proceeded to slam the door behind her.