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In front of the dorms, Lunch till 7th period

After being pelted by an acorn on her way back to the dorm after History of Art, Isabel returned at lunch time intent on using the projectiles as a means of practicing her powers. Being hit by an acorn was a little more painful then being hit by a pillow. But as time passed, she was catching more then she missed.

Hand out, a small pile of captured acorns next to her, she occasionally stopped and took a spoonful of yogurt.

[stop by and say hi!]

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Walter was on his way out the door to head to work when he saw Isabel sitting outside.

"Hi."

Then came the hail of acorns.

Isabel's hand went up and she managed to catch some of the acorns. "Incoming!" she warned when she realized there were still a few in the air.

Mindful a recent concerns about his use of his wires, Walter instead stepped away from the incoming acorns, catching one especially close one before it hit him between the eyes.

"Thanks for the warning. Are you out here tempting the hostile trees?"

"It was too good an opportunity to pass up," Isabel explained. "I've never had a chance to practice using my powers like this. It's fun to see exactly what I can do."

"I'm not sure which thing people would have noticed first, the acorn flinging trees, or the girl making the acorns stop in mid-air."

He shrugged and smiled. "I'm glad you have a chance to do this."

"Probably the trees. Stuff like this," she said with a wave of her hand that made the acorn bounce. "Is actually fairly common place around here if you talk to people. Anakin can do it much better then I can, and so can Piper. I bet some of the other magical people can do it as well."

"I like this place and its," Walter went with a word Victor had been fond of, "diversity."

Speaking of, "Have you seen any of the hedgehogs I heard about?"

"This place takes diversity to an extreme," she laughed. "But you're right. I still laugh thinking that I left Roswell looking to get away from anything and everything alien related. I just wanted to be this normal girl." Out of the corner of her eye she saw an acorn flying towards them. Reaching out, she stopped it about five feet away and let it fall to the ground.

"I haven't seen the hedgehogs yet. But it wouldn't surprise me to stumble across one in the common room later."

"Nice job," Walter said approvingly. "I should be going. I prefer not to be late. Alfred is rather, err, strict about such things."

"Thanks. This is good practice. Alfred?" she asked. "I haven't heard of teacher with that name. But yes, if you don't want to be late, get going. I'll watch your back."

"Thanks for the cover from the hostiles." Hostiles. Trees. Go Fandom.

"Alfred is my tutor and he owns Cafe Fina. Come down to the restaurant sometime."

"I'll have to do that one night. Talk to you later!"

Anakin crossed the lawn and smiled proudly at Isabel when he saw what she was doing.

"How's it going?" he asked, waving aside a barrage of acorns.

"Pretty good actually. I'm catching more then I'm missing now," she said. "But the trees are sneaky and like to fling them when I'm trying to eat."

"They're like that," Anakin said. "There were some that used to love to throw one of the teachers into the pond earlier in the year." He glared at the tree, which ignored him and threw more acorns.

Anakin sighed and began juggling them.

"Really? That's too funny," she laughed. "I suppose we can be grateful that all we need to worry about is the occasional sting when you get caught unaware. Wet would be annoying." Facing the tree she wagged a finger at it. "Now don't get any ideas!"

The half dozen incoming acorns let her know exactly what the tree thought of that. Her hand went up and she could feel that she'd caught some but was pretty sure not all of them. Flinching, she braced for impact.

Anakin didn't stop the acorns that were about to hit Isabel--their sting was less than a remote's laser, after all. She'd learn on her own.

"Yeah, her dresses would take forever to dry out," Anakin said with a smile. "The Senatorial robes of Naboo were a bit on the...ridiculously elaborate side."

"You knew her before you came to Fandom?" Isabel asked as she snuck a quick spoonful of yogurt. "Or at least knew of Naboo? Is it part of your galaxy?"

Anakin's eyes were shining. "Yeah, I knew her before," he said, staring off into the distance. "She, um, was with Obi-Wan and his Master when they brought me to the Temple for the first time."

He sat down, cheeks a little pink. "When I first saw her, I thought she was an angel." He laughed. "I was pretty little."

"How old were you?" she asked. "You've told me a lot about the Jedi, but you haven't told me a lot about you. Well other then your fondess for aggressive negotiations. What made you decide to be a Jedi? What's your planet like?" As she spoke she kept watch out of the corner of her eye, waiting for the tree to attack.

"Of course if I'm being too nosy, feel free to tell me to back off."

Anakin stared at his boots. "I was nine," he said, "when I went to the Temple. Which is very unusual for the Jedi: normally Force-sensitive younglings are taken to the Temple when they are much, much younger." He pressed his lips together. "But Master Qui-Gon--he was Obi-Wan's Master--he thought that I was special. And so I left Tatooine and went with them."

He spun an acorn between his fingers. "Master Qui-Gon died a few days later in a lightsaber battle against a Sith Lord. The Council agreed to let me train and I've never looked back."

"I'm sorry," Isabel said quietly even though she wasn't exactly sure why. But something about his tone...

"Sometimes all you can do is keep looking forward. If you spend too much time looking back you lose track of where you're going."

Anakin shrugged and trailed his fingers in the dirt. "Can't change the past. You can only learn from it." He gave her a small smile. "One of Obi-Wan's favorite sayings."

He stopped an attacking acorn with a wave of his hand, grateful for the distraction.

"As for Tatooine? If you ever have a chance to go there? Skip it. It's a desert that only grows corruption and despair. Go to Naboo instead."

"Exactly. Some times I wonder how different things would be if the ship hadn't crashed. If we'd had people to train us, to tell us the truth from the beginning." Isabel shrugged, "But then I'd be a completely different person then who I am now. And in the end, I like who I am now."

"That tree doesn't give up does it?" she laughed. "Roswell's in the middle of the desert, I think I've had my fill of sand. What so special about Naboo?"

Anakin's eyes lit up again. "Naboo is the most beautiful place I've ever seen. It was the third planet I ever went to--Tatooine's a desert, Coruscant is covered entirely in buildings -" the tone in his voice made it clearly exactly how little he cared for it, "- but Naboo? Naboo has trees and flowers and lakes." He smiled. "Obi-Wan had to physically drag me from a fountain one afternoon--I'd never seen water being used as decoration before."

He ran a hand through his hair. "I've seen a lot of places since then, but Naboo is still the most beautiful."

"It sounds beautiful," Isabel said with a smile. "What other worlds have you seen? Rory was telling me about Ewoks when we did our Art project. Where are they from?"

"You met George, then?" Anakin asked with a grin. "Ewoks are from a moon called Endor, kind of out in the middle of nowhere. And there's a lot of nowhere in the galaxy I come from."

He leaned back on his hands. "I've kind of lost track of all the places Obi-Wan and I have gone--it's normally for a week at a time and all the negotiating tables start to look the same, you know?"

He was quiet for a moment. "When I was little, I used to look up and see the stars and dream of visiting them all. Now I know it would take a hundred lifetimes. But getting to do what I do? It's amazing."

"George and Holly were both stars of an art project Rory and I worked on. Ask her to show it to you one day. We had fun."

Keeping a wary eye out for random acorn attacks, Isabel leaned back on her elbows. "That's a shame, that you really can't appreciate all the places you go. But I understand what you mean, my dad used to travel for work, he had the same complaint."

Looking up she studied the cloudy sky, "I've always looked at the stars and wondered which was was home. But I'm starting to realize I am home. I'm not saying I'm not going to do what they need me to. It's just, when it's over? I think I want to come back here. Maybe try for that normal life."

Anakin's mouth twisted. "I always something more when I was on Tatooine. Something better than what I had." He waved his hand. "And now I'm a Jedi and a fulfillment of prophecy. And I still want something more."

"A prophecy? Sounds like you're pretty important then," she said as she nudged his shoulder in an attempt to make him smile.

"Do you know what it is that you want?"

Anakin smiled. "Yeah, I'm a bone fide Chosen One," he said. "Just like half the school." He looked up at the sky. "I want to be remembered," he said. "I want to do something that's important. I want to be a Jedi who younglings want to hear about before they go to bed." He traced random patterns in the dirt. "I just want...something."

"I'll remember you," Isabel said quietly. "As for being important, well what's more important then being a friend?"

Anakin gave her a truly genuine smile. "Thanks," he said.

He glanced at his chrono. "I need to head into town, then start studying for finals again. I'd rather not be remembered as someone who had to repeat his senior year."

"But we'd have you around for another year. I know I wouldn't complain," she said. "I probably should go myself. It's almost time for class."

"See you later?"

Anakin stood up and brushed the dirt from his robes. "I'll definitely see you later," he replied. He gave her a little wave. "Have fun at class!"

Isabel rolled her eyes, "I'll have tons I'm sure..."

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