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"Because you, like young Alecto here, are starting late. Normally Force users are found when we are born and brought into the Order as soon as possible. Sometimes we miss you as babies, but you still have to start at the same point."
"Not certain I agree with that, but I won't argue." Harry said with a shrug. He looked at one of the younglings, a youngest boy whose body resembled that of a centaur, as he came forward, moving almost skittishly, hopping in place, racing back and forth as Harry watched. He had short curly hair, and two small horns which looked like they were covered by velvet sticking out of his forehead. "You must find these bunks uncomfortable."
"Y-yes. The ship's making a bed for me, but I'm the first Chironian to enter the Order in thousands of years, so they don't quite know what to do with me." The boy's tone had started proud but ended uncertainly. "The knight who found me forgot to ask my parents what kind of beds they used, and I only just arrived here last night."
Harry grinned. "Let me help you then." He raised a hand toward the bunk the Chironian had been standing by. After a moment's hesitation Harry had the image in his head, and a brief surge of Force/magic later the bunk changed shape, becoming thinner in the body and with a large headrest, large enough for the boy's head and shoulder to rest on while the rest of his body could lay on the bed.
All of the younglings and the knight blinked as they watched though only a few were able to feel the change occur through the Force. The boy in question looked at it, then grinned back at Harry, not questioning his strange ability, simply taking it for granted as children sometimes did the amazing. "Could you make the top where my head rests softer?"
Harry nodded, and the top of the board was suddenly covered with a pillow. The boy moved over to it, resting his lower body on the bed and leaning against the headrest, sighing faintly. "Almost as good as the one I had at home, thank you! My names Wulo, what's yours?"
"Harry." Harry replied, holding his hand out as his new friend left his bunk, racing over to shake it.
By that point the young knight behind him had gotten over his shock. "What, what was that, how did you do that!?"
"You people call it the Force for some reason, I just call it magic," Harry said with a shrug. "Anybody else want one?"
"We're not supposed to have personalized things like that," said one of the other boys, moving over the poke Wulo's bed as if he wasn't quite certain it was real.
"Master Tholme tried to tell me the same thing, but I didn't understand it. I mean I understand that you shouldn't be attached to things or that having more things can lead to arrogance and that arrogance is bad. But why does living like a monk automatically translate to being good?" Harry shrugged. "Anyway my question still stands, anyone want one?"
The boys, who were all new to Jedi training clambered forward, nodding their heads quickly. The Knight To'neen tried to stop Harry, tried to convince him it was wrong and when he didn't succeed simply grabbed Harry by the shoulder and simply tried to shake him into stopping. He had been sent to the training vessel because even though he had passed his trial many of the masters felt he needed more lessons in patience, and teaching younglings would teach him that. If he survived anyway.
A bare second after grabbing the youth's shoulder To'neen found himself suddenly stuck to the ceiling with Harry glaring up at him. "I was manhandled for years, do not touch me like that again."
"I apologize for that Harry. If I promise not to do that again, will you let me down?" To'neen said after a few moments of futilely trying to break Harry's Force grip that was keeping him stuck to the ceiling with his own power. He wasn't as strong in the Force as Quinlan and couldn't do it, yet ironically that very thing allowed him to regain his equilibrium.
Harry nodded, and let To'neen go. With his Force assisted agility the boy landed on his feet, staring at Harry. "All right, I suppose you can keep doing that, though how long will the, the change last?"
"Transfiguration," Harry said, using the word that master Tholme had taught him was the English equivalent of that word. "It's permanent as far as I know. You just tell the little atoms they are not what they think they are, Master Tholme says. I just think it's a way of changing the galaxy to how I want it to be in a very limited way."
"I'm not even going to comment," To'neen muttered, shaking his head and beginning to understand why the older master wanted Harry under wraps.
At that moment Aayla popped her head in then smirked at Harry. "That didn't take long," she chirped, gesturing to the beds, all of which Harry had changed as To'neen regained control of himself. "Harry, do you think you can do the same thing to our room?"
"Boys aren't allowed in the girls room," said the older green skinned youngling sternly as several others joined them.
Both Harry and Aayla looked at him with their heads cocked to one side. "Why?"
"They just aren't, it comes down to attachment again, you can't form attachments more than friendships with people, and if boy people and girl people interact things happen." Alecto responded authoritatively, though To'neen remained silent, smirking slightly from the sidelines. He'd tried once to get in Harry's way, now he was just going to watch events unfold until told to do otherwise.
"Oh you mean like husband-wife stuff?" Harry said, blushing. After those first few moments where he had learned a little too much about his parents love life Harry had made a point of keeping away from similar topics. On Ryloth that was somewhat difficult simply because of how the locals dressed, but he had tried.
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