Office #8, Saturday

[saddeserthermit]

It was customary to be in one's office during Parents Weekend, or so Obi-Wan had been told. So he had opted to do so.

When he got to the door of his office that morning, however, he felt the strangest sense of dread. For a moment, his hand hovered over the doorknob. "I have a bad feeling about this," he said.

He pushed. The door opened. A

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[sith_happened]

Anakin stopped in on his way to his office and burst out laughing. "This is far more festive than it needs to be, Master."

[saddeserthermit]

"Not a word, Anakin," Obi-Wan muttered. "Make yourself useful and find a towel, or... something to deglitter this."

[sith_happened]

"Oh, there's not much that's going to deglitter this," Anakin said. "I was spitting out glitter for a week when I was attacked."

[saddeserthermit]

Obi-Wan let out a frustrated sound. "I don't suppose your attacker might be the same as mine."