"What do ye know about Quiddich, Tano?" Hagrid asked the former Jedi casually. The two of them stood side by side out in the lawns as some Gryffindors and Slytherins began to trickle down to the flat section. Hagrid had explained briefly that the first-year students were meant to take their first broomsticks lesson during the day, and Ahsoka insisted that she witness such an occasion. Hagrid somewhat reluctantly agreed to spectate with her, but she sensed an equal amount of curiosity seeping from him.

"I don't know much about any sport," she admitted. "My time as a Padawan did not allow for such things."

Hagrid sported a look that suggested that he'd forgotten about her being an alien, which he seemed to do quite a lot. Sometimes, he seemed to think that she was some touristing Muggle, coming to Hogwarts to revel in the sights and activities. She sometimes preferred it this way. "Aye, well, it's a sport where the players have t'be quite good at flying in order to play."

Flying. There, again, was that word that enticed her in the first place. Using the Force to not just perform great athletic stunts, or to land gracefully after falling from a LAAT, or even to avoid damning predicaments, but to actually fly. Ahsoka could hardly fathom it. She once was able to hold Maul, when she was seventeen, in the air above Mandalore. But that was different — that was floating…or even just avoiding a fall. Even then, it was taxing upon her body. And to do something like that to her own body? It was something she had never considered.

So the wizards, with their ingenious understanding of the Force, used it to enchant a light wood upon which they could ride. Something small, personal, that didn't require the great amount of energy that it otherwise would have. She knew she had to see it with her own eyes, even if she was only able to see the young, inexperienced wizards try it.

"Hagrid, Ahsoka Tano," a woman, Madam Hooch, said as she approached them both. "I'm glad the both of you have found interest in this all-important lesson."

"Thank you for letting us observe," Ahsoka thanked her, sure to extend her most genuine gratitude. Madam Hooch nodded before glancing at Hagrid. He didn't seem to have anything to say, but she didn't expect it. Just as quickly, she turned away and strode back to the class that was waiting patiently by the brooms that had been laid in two rows on the grass.

"First!" Hooch called as she made her way back to the students. Their backs straightened at the sound of her voice, which was excellent at carrying direction through the wind. "Hold out your right hand over the broom, and say 'Up!'"

A few students had success at this task immediately, while others seemed to flounder at it. Draco Malfoy seemed to be amongst the most successful. He smirked, ready to boast to his compatriots when he noticed her gaze tracked upon him. After only a moment, his smirk disappeared. Where she was certain that he was about to gloat to those who were not as lucky as him, he instead returned his attention to himself.

After some coaching, Madam Hooch was able to get every student to summon their brooms into their hands. Draco did not make any snide comments to those who needed more help, as Ahsoka suspected he might. She knew he would hate it if she admitted it, but she was rather proud of the boy for that.

Once all of the students had brooms in their hands, Hooch demonstrated the proper way to mount them. She said that if they did not properly grip the broom, then they were likely to fall off of it midflight. A few students shared concerned glances.

As the students copied Hooche's actions, she went up and down the lines to either correct or compliment the students on their forms.

"Again," Anakin said in Ahsoka's head as memories of her training came back to her. Standing in a circle of clones as they fired at her, shooting her down again and again and again. But through it all, all Anakin did was tell her to fall again. To fail until she found success. She shook her head and cleared the memory from her mind.

Hooch stood in front of Malfoy and corrected his form. A flash of red embarrassment came across his face, but he caught her eye once more. Allow yourself to be vulnerable, she wanted to tell him. But it was not her job to coach him through every karmatic moment in his life.

He nonetheless understood her, and gratefully took the advice from the professor. She complimented him on his fast learning and moved on to the next student. It seemed so nonchalant, so meaningless, but Ahsoka knew it was taking much effort on Draco's part to allow himself to take advice from someone else.

Once Hooch felt comfortable with the positioning of each student, she readied for her next instruction. "When I blow my whistle, I want you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. Ready?" Hooch looked around for confirmation. The students nodded their heads, perhaps a bit too nervous to speak up. "Right, then on my whistle—Three—Two—"

But before Hooch could make it so far, one of the students took an early leap. Ahsoka half expected it to be Draco, but it was instead a student she did not recognize. "That Neville," Hagrid mumbled.

"Come back!" Hooch shouted at him, a rather cross look on her face, accentuated by her beaming yellow eyes.

Neville, as apparently was his name, did not have the ability to answer. He obviously had lost control of his broom, as he only continued to climb into the air. He must have been about twenty feet in the air before he lost his grip upon the broom. He started falling startlingly fast toward the ground. Although they had gifts in the ways of the Force, they seemed incapable of letting it flow through them in the way that she had been trained to do.

On instinct, Ahsoka threw out her hand and caught him using the Force. Slowly, she lowered him back to the ground, which he greeted with flailing limbs. As soon as she let go of him, she pulled her hand back to her side. Hagrid and Hooch knew who was responsible for the boy's recovery, and as such, avoided looking at her. The students, on the other hand, erupted in awe at Neville's landing.

"Yes, it was good that I had a spell at the ready," Hooch explained quickly, attempting to prevent curious questions and nasty rumors. They would have been able to get away with it, too, as the students were entirely oblivious to Ahsoka's identity. Most of them did not even suspect anything out of the ordinary. But not all of them were so foolish. Ahsoka caught eyes with a girl with a bush of hair on her head.

I know what you did, her eyes told her.

Ahsoka kept a steady gaze on the girl. Eventually, she turned away. She didn't feel anything nefarious from her, but Ahsoka never was sure what people were truly hiding. She of all people knew that there was darkness even in the most kind of people.

Ahsoka's attention was caught on something else. Draco stepped forward from his spot in line and knelt down in the grass. Hooch was so concerned about Neville's health that she did not notice the boy. When Draco rose again, with something that looked like a glass ball in his hand, he glanced first at Ahsoka. Then, he turned to Neville, who looked upon the boy wearily. Draco extended his hand with the glass ball and offered it to the hardly-scathed boy. Neville looked at the ball, back at Draco, and then back to the ball. He reached out tentatively, took the ball back into his possession, and then thanked him.

"That Draco boy is a Malfoy, and Harry sure doesn't like him, but he doesn't seem so bad to me," Hagrid commented.

Ahsoka resisted giving him a look. "Some students need a special kind of help, and it's best to offer that help to them instead of rejecting them to a life paved for them instead of by them."

She suspected that Hagrid did not understand that she was criticizing the staff at Hogwarts, as he hardly seemed to register that she even said anything. "Aye," he answered offhandedly as he watched the students.

"Well," Hooch said, finally certain that Neville was alright. "Shall we continue?"

R7 took some measurements of the corridor with a scanner, but Ahsoka had to admit that she didn't know exactly what he was scanning for. Some kind of biometric scan, she figured. Although it could have been a number of other things. Heat signatures, DNA…she simply didn't know how the droid knew what to look for.

Eventually, he beeped at her. Filch held Mrs. Norris in his arms, and held her tighter when R7 communicated. "I agree, R7. Someone was definitely here last night," Ahsoka said, trying her best to ignore Filch's reservations about her droid.

"Someone slipped in under your watch?" he asked, not unkindly.

Ahsoka shook her head. "No. The culprit was not smart enough to sneak past me. They left their signature all over the place. They must have been here late at night, when no students should have been out of bed. I would have been sleeping, and you were likely in another part of the castle."

Filch nodded, seemingly grateful that she did not outright accuse him of anything. If anything, she blamed herself for not setting up any of her own security. She could have easily made herself a scanner and placed it there, ready to set off an alarm if it was triggered. Instead, she was focused too much on the students themselves. Or, she did not think that any of the students would be stupid enough to try such a thing.

She sighed. If she was their age, she would have done the same. She should have known.

"What do you think?" he asked her.

"R7?" she asked. As if he had read her mind, he spat out a small device. Filch watched her closely with wide eyes. Mrs. Norris even looked curious about the robot and what it had procured for her.

"What is that?" Filch asked as she affixed the device to the doorway.

"A camera. It will take a video when it detects any movement and store it to a memory chip in R7's databanks. If anyone tries to get in again, then we will see exactly who it was."

"A camera? In that thing?"

"Yes," Ahsoka confirmed. "It works perfectly fine, I assure you."

Filch looked between the camera, R7, and then Ahsoka. Feeling confident enough about it, he finally released Mrs. Norris from his grasp.

"Is that all?"

"That's all. To test it out, I think I will try my luck at dinner," Ahsoka said. "Let's get you back, R7. Will you be joining us?"

Filch eyed the camera some more. "No, thank you, Ahsoka. I will be fine."

Ahsoka shrugged, then walked side by side back to her room. She patted R7 lovingly on the head as they walked. "Thanks, R7."