Office #8, Saturday
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 ridiculous burst of glitter hit him in the face. And the tunic. And the boots.
Students and teachers coming to visit would find Obi-Wan in the center of a glitter-filled room, his entire front covered in the stuff. Pinching the bridge of his nose.
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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 ridiculous burst of glitter hit him in the face. And the tunic. And the boots.
Students and teachers coming to visit would find Obi-Wan in the center of a glitter-filled room, his entire front covered in the stuff. Pinching the bridge of his nose.
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