Disclaimer: I don't own SW. I'm just playing. I'll return everyone (relatively) unharmed. The teachers are all my creations. If you want to borrow them for a story email me at galahanz@yahoo.com.

Spoilers: Some for JA.

Archive: If you want it you can have it; just tell me where it's going.

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Also to wild horse and young_padfoot. Honora, watch out for the fluffy bunnies in this chapter. Please review. If you have any suggestions, put them in the reviews or email me.

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The List

Day Three

Obi-Wan went into his Corubian class grinning evilly. Corubian was the official language of Corubia, a small core world of little importance. Obi-Wan wasn't fond of the language, but there were only two other languages available for students his age. One was Huttese, which Obi-Wan had known before he came to the Temple, as his homeworld had been under Hutt control. The other was the language he had taken last year. It was OK, except Bruck Chun would be in his class. Not that any of this has anything to do with why Obi-Wan was grinning evilly.

When Master Da'en, a Corubian, asked if there were any questions, Obi-wan raised his hand. "What's 'beware of the fluffy bunny rabbit' in Corubian?" Master Da'en looked startled for a minute. Then he said, "Why do you wish to know that? That has no relevance in relation to this lesson." Then he continued with his lesson.

A few minutes later, Obi-Wan raised his hand again. "Master Da'en, what's 'beware of the fluffy bantha' in Corubian?" This time the Master gave him a nasty look that said 'shut-up-now-or-else'. "You do not need to know." The statement was spoken with an arrogant tinge to it.

By the time Obi-Wan had asked for the translations of 'beware of the fluffy desk,' 'beware of the fluffy Calamarian,' 'beware of the fluffy dog,' 'beware of the fluffy master,' 'beware of the fluffy Force,' and 'beware of the fluffy datapad' Master Da'en was mad. Very mad. He gave Obi-Wan some boring, tedious extra assignment and sent a message to Master Jinn. As he was leaving, Obi-Wan couldn't help but say, "Note to self: Beware of the angry, fluffy Master." Master Da'en was not amused.

Obi-Wan had decided that lightsabers were the objects he was going to be afraid of. So, when he walked into his Padawan lightsaber class, chaos was bound to result.

Obi-Wan was a little bit late, so most students were already warming up. Some were doing lightsaber katas. He carefully edged around them, towards the mats with no occupants.

A few minutes later, Master Zutar started class. He had them split into pairs for some light sparring. Obi-Wan didn't know his partner very well, but when the tall, blonde girl drew her lightsaber, he pretended to be terrified.

He jumped back and shouted, "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! A LIGHTSABER!!!!!!" Then he spun around and ran to hide behind someone who was watching the display and hadn't taken their lightsaber out yet.

Obi-Wan took one look at the older student's belt, saw the lightsaber, and shouted, "You've got one too!!!" He ran behind another student. Master Zutar obviously thought that Obi-Wan had either cracked or was on drugs. "Obi-Wan, are you alright?"

Obi-Wan just screamed again (like a girl, of course) and raced around the room saying, "You've all got lightsabers!!! NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

At this point, Master Zutar decided that Obi-Wan needed to go to the Healers' Ward. Immediately. He handed his lightsaber to the oldest student there and asked her to watch the class for a few minutes. Then he scooped Obi-Wan (who was still screaming) up in a fireman's carry and took the apprentice to the Healers' Ward.

Obi-Wan was in for it big time half an hour later, when the Healer figured out that he was faking it. Oh well.

A/N: I'll try to have the next chapter up by next weekend, but no promises. If I don't, I'll try to post the first part of another story I've been working on. It's the sequel to Silver, Anybody? Please review!