This one is just a short little one. It was unknowingly inspired by my Padawan. Enjoy!
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Troublemaker, Part 3: Gold Star
Qui-Gon stood in the hallway outside the school waiting. Today he was going to have lunch with Obi-Wan since he was free of other midday responsibilities.
The door to Obi-Wan's class opened and the teacher escorted Obi-Wan out, making sure the child was not left alone in case Qui-Gon had not yet arrived. Seeing he had, she smiled and returned to her room.
"Hi, Master," Obi-Wan said and walked over.
"Good afternoon," Qui-Gon greeted. His eyes glittered with laughter as he broke into a wide grin. "Obi-Wan?"
He looked up to Qui-Gon with big innocent eyes. "Yes, Master?"
"Why is there a gold star on your forehead?" Qui-Gon inquired.
"The teacher gave it to me," Obi-Wan answered. "She said I did good, so she gave me a gold star."
They talked as they headed to the cafeteria. "That's wonderful, Obi-Wan. What did you do good at?"
"The teacher asked a hard question, and I knew the answer, and I raised my hand, and she called on me and said I was right." Obi-Wan beamed proudly.
Qui-Gon was also very proud of him, no matter how silly he looked. Qui-Gon found it rather endearing.
They got to the dining hall and Qui-Gon helped Obi-Wan up onto a seat, then retrieved them some food. As they ate, Qui-Gon tested the boy on his spelling words. He did not have much trouble except for with one word, but it was a big one.
"M... e-n... i... no, e, no," Obi-Wan paused and puffed his lips out into a pout. "I don't know that one. I know a menagerie is a zoo, but I just can't spell it."
Qui-Gon smiled. "That's all right. You did very well with the rest. You'll get that one too soon."
They finished eating and Obi-Wan returned for his afternoon classes. Qui-Gon had business to tend, including meeting with the Council, but he made it back home before Obi-Wan got out of his last class.
When the little boy entered, he was frowning.
When Qui-Gon saw him, he asked, "Obi-Wan, where's your star?"
Obi-Wan held out his hand, the gold star in his palm. "It fell off. It won't stick any more."
"Oh. Let me see it." Obi-Wan lay the tiny shape in Qui-Gon's hand. Qui-Gon opened a desk drawer where he had stored Obi-Wan's drawings and removed one Obi-Wan had made of Coruscant at night. He laid it on the desktop. Taking an adhesive band, he attached the gold star to the top of the picture, then crouched down and showed it to Obi-Wan. "How's that?"
Obi-Wan touched the new addition to his artwork, feeling it bump under the clear band, and giggled. "There's a new star in the sky."
Qui-Gon smiled and wrapped an arm around the boy. "That's your star, Obi-Wan, and it will always shine brightly."
"My star?"
Qui-Gon nodded.
"Wow."
Qui-Gon chuckled. "How about we get to storytime now?" He replaced the drawing in the desk and took Obi-Wan to the couch for his daily story.
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Troublemaker, Part 3: Gold Star
Qui-Gon stood in the hallway outside the school waiting. Today he was going to have lunch with Obi-Wan since he was free of other midday responsibilities.
The door to Obi-Wan's class opened and the teacher escorted Obi-Wan out, making sure the child was not left alone in case Qui-Gon had not yet arrived. Seeing he had, she smiled and returned to her room.
"Hi, Master," Obi-Wan said and walked over.
"Good afternoon," Qui-Gon greeted. His eyes glittered with laughter as he broke into a wide grin. "Obi-Wan?"
He looked up to Qui-Gon with big innocent eyes. "Yes, Master?"
"Why is there a gold star on your forehead?" Qui-Gon inquired.
"The teacher gave it to me," Obi-Wan answered. "She said I did good, so she gave me a gold star."
They talked as they headed to the cafeteria. "That's wonderful, Obi-Wan. What did you do good at?"
"The teacher asked a hard question, and I knew the answer, and I raised my hand, and she called on me and said I was right." Obi-Wan beamed proudly.
Qui-Gon was also very proud of him, no matter how silly he looked. Qui-Gon found it rather endearing.
They got to the dining hall and Qui-Gon helped Obi-Wan up onto a seat, then retrieved them some food. As they ate, Qui-Gon tested the boy on his spelling words. He did not have much trouble except for with one word, but it was a big one.
"M... e-n... i... no, e, no," Obi-Wan paused and puffed his lips out into a pout. "I don't know that one. I know a menagerie is a zoo, but I just can't spell it."
Qui-Gon smiled. "That's all right. You did very well with the rest. You'll get that one too soon."
They finished eating and Obi-Wan returned for his afternoon classes. Qui-Gon had business to tend, including meeting with the Council, but he made it back home before Obi-Wan got out of his last class.
When the little boy entered, he was frowning.
When Qui-Gon saw him, he asked, "Obi-Wan, where's your star?"
Obi-Wan held out his hand, the gold star in his palm. "It fell off. It won't stick any more."
"Oh. Let me see it." Obi-Wan lay the tiny shape in Qui-Gon's hand. Qui-Gon opened a desk drawer where he had stored Obi-Wan's drawings and removed one Obi-Wan had made of Coruscant at night. He laid it on the desktop. Taking an adhesive band, he attached the gold star to the top of the picture, then crouched down and showed it to Obi-Wan. "How's that?"
Obi-Wan touched the new addition to his artwork, feeling it bump under the clear band, and giggled. "There's a new star in the sky."
Qui-Gon smiled and wrapped an arm around the boy. "That's your star, Obi-Wan, and it will always shine brightly."
"My star?"
Qui-Gon nodded.
"Wow."
Qui-Gon chuckled. "How about we get to storytime now?" He replaced the drawing in the desk and took Obi-Wan to the couch for his daily story.