Chapter Text

Let the Light in

Oh, let the light in

At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in

Oh, turn your light on

Look at us, you and I, back at it again

ACT ONE

“Luke, are you coming?” Obi-Wan asks, his voice kindly bemused—which is easily explained once Luke takes note of how empty the common room is.

When did everyone leave?

As if reading his mind, Obi-Wan says, “The last students left before you were done tending to the fluxweed seeds,” and his friend motions to the small pots sitting in a perfect row in front of Luke, who's now just finishing up with the knotgrass saplings. Huh, how had he not noticed?

The younger boy flushes a little, it is not uncommon for him to concentrate hard enough and loose track of time. However Professor Amidala, Head of their house and Luke's favorite teacher, entrusted him with this important task, which is a responsibility he does not take lightly.

“No harm done dear one, the Beauxbatons carriage has just landed and our Durmstrang guests have yet to leave their strangely decorated ship.”

Luke is grateful to Obi-Wan, who’s a year ahead of him and took Luke under his wing when he was but a shy first year, freshly separated from his siblings.

There was never a question that both Anakin and Leia would be sorted into Gryffindor. Same as their parents.

It was not as if Luke disliked Hufflepuff, much the opposite, he cannot imagine himself in any other house. But to be apart from his twin had been a tough blow at such a young age. Luke even missed Anakin, who enjoyed teasing him more often than not. They were his family after all, Luke’s closest people. Even more so after the death of their parents…

But Luke did not like to think of such things. The Skywalker siblings were well cared for by Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru.

So he allows for his sad feelings to leave him.

And now, as a sixth year, this distance from his siblings has settled in his heart. Luke had found a home and created close bonds with others, such as Obi-Wan and Biggs from his house and even Ahsoka from Ravenclaw and Cassian from Slytherin.

“Where’s Biggs?” Luke asks, thinking of their friend. Obi-Wan gives Luke a pointed look. “Ah, of course, no doubt one of the first ones to leave.” Biggs hadn’t been subtle in his excitement about new prospective romantic pursuits since it was announced that Hogwarts was to host this year's Triwizard Tournament.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if our friend finds himself with a date before proper introductions are said and done.” The boys exchange knowing looks.

Luke wouldn’t put it past Biggs.

“Come my friend, let us join the festivities.”

The atmosphere in the Great Hall feels ready to implode, the excitement is palpable. For many, this is the first time meeting foreign students and being exposed to different schools. For current Hogwarts students, this is the first time the Tournament is being held within castle walls.

Luke and Obi-Wan easily find seats next to Biggs who, to no one’s surprise, has already managed to introduce himself to one of Beauxbatons students.

“I swear on Morgana’s tits, I’ve no idea how he did it, but he did.” Ahsoka tells them mildly stunned as she leans over from the Ravenclaw table. Biggs waggles his eyebrows smugly.

“Koska Reeves,” he declares, as if it means anything to them.

“Right.” Ahsoka laughs and Luke and Obi-Wan share an amused expression behind Biggs’ back.

“Maybe I should tell Professor Kanata I’ve finally awakened my third eye.” Luke whispers to Obi-Wan, who chuckles in return.

“Students,” Headmaster Yoda’s augmented voice speaks calmly, immediately shushing most of the chatter. “Special day today is, to receive friends and guests,” despite his small stature and green pigmented skin—some mysterious magical accident from years past—the old Headmaster commands the attention in the room with little effort.

There is not a single witch or wizard who does not know of Professor Yoda's achievements and immense power. And Luke cannot imagine Hogwarts without their small Headmaster. But after Minister Thrawn's impeachment, many in their community shared a thought that Headmaster Yoda would've been a better fit than Krennic—who openly shared some of Thrawn's radical views despite condemning his ‘methods’. But it seemed nothing, much less politics, could remove their headmaster from the castle. Word was it that fifty years ago, after defeating Dark Lord Plagueis, the then Professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts returned the following day to teach class. Still wearing bandages and carrying a limp from the duel.

“Remind you I must, much entertainment trials, challenges and new friends can provide—but forget not our responsibilities we must. Normal and as scheduled our classes will continue, atmosphere might change yet your grading shall not.” The various groans across the hall seem to bring much amusement to the head table.

Professor Windu of the Defense Against the Dark Arts and Head of Gryffindor house, notorious for his discipline and demand of his students, raises an eyebrow and then glares at a very particular group of students.

Anakin, Leia, Han and the rest of the Gyffindor Quidditch team at least have the decency to look ashamed before one of them starts teasing the other and soon the whole table falls into chaos.

Professor Yoda allows for the students to get their excitement out of their system before he calls for attention once again and invites their guests to enter the hall.

“There she is! Next to the pretty red-head with the short hair,” Biggs points to a very attractive dark haired girl with olive skin.

The Beauxbatons uniform looks like something straight out of Witch Weekly and personally Luke feels grateful to not have to wear something so… fashionable and high-heeled. Although by the looks of it, Obi-Wan seems a bit more on the taken side and Luke has to stifle a chuckle at the look of longing in his friend’s face. Obi-Wan has always taken to his grooming rather seriously.

Taking his gaze back to the group of newcomers, Luke has to wonder if attractiveness is a criterion of acceptance into the french school—or if it’s just this particular entourage. There is nary a student who isn’t comely in their midst.

“A pleasure to receive you at Hogwarts it is, Headmistress Satine Kryze and students of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic,” their Headmaster greets.

“Thank you for graciously receiving us Headmaster Yoda,” the beautiful Headmistress replies with an elegant accent.

Where Beauxbatons brought elegance and grace, the delegation from Durmstrang Institute brings power and assertiveness. And for a second time Luke wonders if physique is a prerequisite for acceptance to the school or if there’s something in the water in Bulgaria that can't be found in the Scottish Highlands.

Every single student is Anakin’s height and build in equal or above. Which is more than impressive to say the least.

“Is that Din Djarin?!”

Luke can’t help but gawk a little. It is indeed the newest Seeker to the Bulgarian team who won them this year’s Cup. The sound of chatter and barely contained whispers fills the halls and it's impossible to ignore.

To think one of the best players Luke’s ever seen in person hadn’t even graduated from school!

“A pleasure to receive you at Hogwarts as well, Headmaster Boba Fett and students of the Durmstrang Institute,” their short Headmaster greets.

“We thank you for hosting us at your castle, Headmaster.” Luke thinks the Durmstrang headmaster looks like a figure straight out of Aunt Beru’s detective novels, with his bald head, rugged appearance and many facial scars.

“Their Headmaster used to be the Head Auror for the International Confederation,” Ahsoka supplies. “His division is known for having caught the last remaining disciples of Darklord Plagueis.” There is equal admiration and hunger in her eyes when she says that. Hunger for a path that is very much mirrored in Obi-Wan's face.

“I’ll be looking forward to joining the Corps with you, Ahsoka.” Obi-Wan says and the friends exchange an excited look which in turn descends into a conversation about their shared goal.

Luke once considered a career with the Aurors, that had been his father’s job, and both Anakin and Leia seemed determined to either join the Corps or a professional Quidditch team. Now, Luke wasn’t so sure where he fit in all this. Neither path seemed appealing to him.

He really loved his plants though… and there were still so many species out there, waiting to be studied and discovered. Such a wide world to explore. But such dreams required funds—lots and lots of funds and high caliber recommendations that the Skywalker children did not possess.

With a wistful sigh, Luke brings himself out of his miserable thoughts about the future and the probable office desk he’d no doubt sit for the rest of his life or until he was too old to want to do anything.

No use thinking about any of this for now.

It doesn't take long for their guests to settle, the Beauxbatons delegation right next to them with the Ravenclaws and Durmstrang with the Slytherins. And maybe it's the fact that Luke is so used to seeing the same faces all the time, but he just can't help his curiosity but take in as much as he can from the newcommers.

And if just so happens that the Bulgarian Seeker is in Luke's direct line of sight, framed by Han and Jyn, then who is he not to stare? It's not everyday one gets to be in the presence of a celebrity athlete!

And despite the Gryffindors between them, it’s still close enough for Biggs lets out a low whistle, “Merlin’s balls, he is even more handsome up close.”

And Biggs is not alone in his appreciation, barely disguised whispers about the Seeker's good looks can be heard all around.

Luke doesn’t disagree either, he’d only seen the brief close ups and fast paced footage supplied on the big screens during the final Cup match—tickets a courtesy of Anakin who worked a double shift during summer vacation in order to afford seats for the three of them—but the footage felt distant, impersonal.

Almost as if the players weren't real people, which was an insane thought. But that's how it felt to him. But now, there is nothing unreal about the extremely talented and quite handsome boy sitting not too far from Luke.

Despite not being the tallest amongst their delegation, there is something about the Seeker that never lets you forget his presence, never lets you doubt that he is a capable person. As his fellow schoolmates, his muscular build is obvious even when covered by their heavy woolen uniform, and his tanned skin gives him a healthy glow.

But it's his eyes that stand out the most to Luke.

Neutral, observing… consuming.

Luke can see and feel the other boy's experience as his deep brown eyes take in as much detail of his environment as they can in a way that stands out to Luke, with unexpected vulnerability. Nothing weak or insecure, more like open, clear and curious.

Profundity is what catches Luke's attention.

(Maybe he is projecting, but it doesn't feel as if he is)

“Would you like to join us for a sauna later, Luke?” Obi-Wan asks and Luke breaks the eye contact to address his friend, a huge smile taking over his face at the suggestion.

“That actually sounds amazing!” Luke is a sucker for a sauna and can't think of a day when he would refuse an invitation.

Wait.

Break eye contact?

Mortified at having been so shamelessly staring at someone for so long, Luke chances a glance back at the older boy who, much to his relief, is now conversing with another boy twice his size.

It doesn’t really register to him that he was being stared back at. Somehow Luke glazes over the fact.

The feast progresses as anyone would imagine, with a lot of chatter, excitement and anxiety and a lot, a lot of hormones. And by the end of it, once desserts have been attacked and confused and students find themselves with their bellies a little fuller, the hall quietens down enough that their little headmaster simply starts speaking.

“Three more guests I have, sitting at the head table they are.” At the mention of the guests, three figures stand up from their seats, a woman Luke recognizes and two men he doesn’t. “Introduce you I will to Madam Mon Mothma, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation and Mr Luthen Rael, Head of Magical Law Enforcement and Auror Lonni Jung,” and then Professor Yoda proceeds to, as Bigg's (who is a muggleborn) likes to say 'drop a bomb.'

“Information I have, about new safety protocols the ministry now wants to implement, only 7th year students to compete on the Triwizard Tournament will be.” The Headmaster’s face remains impassive and patient as all hell breaks loose. Students protest and proclaim their various degrees of disappointment, but Luke only really feels sorry for Leia, who catches his eye from the Gryffindor table.

Despite their shared womb, the Skywalker twins couldn’t be any more different. Where Leia expanded outwards, Luke does so inwards. Where Leia is loud and expressive, Luke is quiet and introspective.

And there is nothing Luke could think to want less than to participate in such a tournament, same as there is nothing Leia could think to want more than to join. Luke knew that in his heart as much as he knew from his twin's mouth, who had mentioned multiple times her desire to enter the tournament until very recently.

Luke feels for his twin and sends her a commiserating look as Anakin starts boasting that as captain of the Gryffindor team and Chosen One he will not only win the Quidditch Cup but also the Goblet of Fire.

But Leia is not one to wallow for too long and she rolls her eyes dramatically at their older brother antics and Luke laughs openly back at her.

“I really wonder what would be of your brother if he somehow does not get chosen.” Obi-Wan comments watching the racket going on at the Gryffindor table. Han and Anakin now somehow engaged in a battle of who manages to catch the most grapes with their mouths open. Lando, now leaning over from the Slytherin table, waves his wand up and down as he throws them the fruit, each time more aggressive than the previous one.

“For my sister’s mental health, I honestly hope that does not happen.” Luke says with a small wince. A brooding and mopey Anakin is a terrible Anakin to have to deal with, more so on such close quarters and daily basis. “How about you Obi-Wan? You’re the best Seeker we’ve had in Hufflepuff since Professor Amidala was a student, I think you have more than a fair chance at competing.”

But Obi-Wan wrinkles his nose in distaste, “Absolutely not. I could not think of a worse endeavor to consume my time, Quidditch does enough of that already—and mind you I love the sport," he says and then something fires in his tone, "And despite what your brother has to say, meditation for an athlete is just as much practice as game practice!”

As if sensing being talked about, Anakin catches Obi-Wan's glare and winks back at him. His friend looks equal parts bothered and flustered so, Obi-Wan tries really hard to pretend nothing is amiss.

“What about you dear one? I assume your sister would want to compete, is that something you wished you could?”

But Luke doesn’t have time to reply as Professor Yoda’s cane, where the little headmaster also happens to house his wand, bangs against the wooden podium where he stands, demanding everyone’s immediate attention.

“Quiet now you must! Disappointed I know many of you are, but such are the new rules.” Then he floats a marble column to the front of the hall and slowly undoes the spell that houses what everyone assumes to be the Triwizard Tournament trophy. “The Goblet of Fire this is, write your own name on a piece of paper you must if enter the tournament you wish. Intricate age-restriction spell Madam Mothma has casted, no loopholes you will find. Announced within a week’s time the champions will be.”

Not in the least bothered by this turn of events, Luke gets to enjoy an amazing and quite relaxing evening with Obi-Wan, Biggs, Ahsoka and a few other students in the sauna located at the prefect's bathroom.

And late at night, when he's warm and toasty lying in his very comfortable bed, it’s a pair of deep brown eyes that keeps slipping in and out of his mind until sleep comes to take Luke away.

***

It’s not as if Luke is an unperceptive person, he’s simply a very focused person who gets easily immersed in the things that bring him joy—and if Professor Amidala sees fit to indulge Luke’s passion by allowing him certain privileges such as after-hours access to the greenhouses where Luke often looses track of everything around him, then that’s on him. But that does not mean he is an oblivious person, just that he can be oblivious to his surroundings or the time or his own needs, sometimes…

“So, do you plan to do anything about the pining Bulgarian hanging by the windows everyday?” Leia asks casually as she waves her wand swinging the seat of her chair. Her long braids swishing left to right, right to left.

“What?” The question astonishes Luke so much he feels like a Mandrake being pulled from the soil.

“Oh, you know the first day I didn’t think much of it, I’ve seen aplenty of our guests going around the castle and I do not blame them, were we in their places, visiting Beauxbatons castle or the Durmstrang stronghold, you could not hold me still in a chair for too long, I’d want nothing but to explore,” she starts, “And on the second day I thought to myself that the greenhouses are quite the sight and it didn’t particularly stand out if someone who’s never been to Hogwarts before should want to visit it again. But then on the third day I wondered ‘there are certainly many more places to discover…’and on the fourth day, which was yesterday it became impossible to ignore, and one closer look was all it took—such yearning.” Leia shudders dramatically and then raises an accusatory eyebrow at her twin.

“So, what do you plan to do about it? Or is this something you enjoy? I don’t mind admirers and such, but that,” she says pointing to one of the open windows on the other side of the greenhouse, where Luke can now spot a retreating shadow walking away. “Doesn’t it bother you? I mean I know some people are shy and all that—like, you. But even so. Maybe go say hi?”

“Leia, what are you talking about?” his confusion must be so transparent and honest that Leia’s eyes grow the size of saucers.

“Oh Luke…” she almost sounds forlorn and unsure for a minute, until something resolute falls in place. “Listen, tomorrow we’ll have extra practice anyway—Ani has been extra anal about our drills given the presence of our guests and all that—so I won’t be coming over. Just… pay attention to your surroundings, alright? I love you, I’m heading in for a snack.” With a quick peck to his cheek, Leia leaves a disgruntled Luke behind.

Someone has been watching Luke? Yearning? It’s not often that Leia is wrong, but certainly she must be exaggerating—something she and Anakin are notorious for doing.

Nonetheless, Luke finds himself a bit bothered at not catching on that he is being watched, with or without yearning.

So, it’s with intentional awareness and strong determination that he returns to the tending of his plants the following afternoon. Though not before he runs head first into Professor Amidala on his way out of his Transfiguration lesson.

His face immediately heats up at his failure right out the door. So much for intentional awareness… if he could smack himself with Professor Yoda’s cane right now he would. Instead Luke apologizes to Head of his house.

“Good afternoon Luke,” she says in a kind voice. “Are you heading to the greenhouses?” he nods and her smile grows fonder as she places a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I am the last person to discourage someone else’s passion for herbology, but don’t forget that school is also about spending time with your friends, alright?”

Luke knows she’s right and he feels guilty, but his bouncing bulbs need tending to and he’s been excited about growing them since last semester when Professor Amidala gifted him with a bag of seeds.

“I thought I heard voices outside of my classroom,” the voice Professor Jinn says, his large frame soon joining them outside of his classroom door. “Mr Skywalker, Professor Amidala.” He greets them with a small smile. Luke notices his reading glasses now resting atop his long hair, tied up in his usual hairstyle.

“Professor Jinn, I’ve come to return the book I borrowed and impose on you once again.” Luke blinks slowly as small blush dusts Professor Amidala's pretty face, so discrete it would take someone quite perceptive to notice. An oblivious person wouldn’t have caught onto that.

“Of course I am pleased to see you go over the material in such a short time, I take it you enjoyed it?” Professor Amidala nods slowly and Professor Jinn seems quite happy with her response. “Please come in, a cup of tea perhaps?”

“That would be lovely, thank you Professor Jinn.”

Luke also knows when it’s his cue to see himself out—something an oblivious person would fail to do.

“Bye Professors!”

He does not wait for their replies.

***

At first, there is no one but Luke in or around the greenhouse where he’s tending to his precious bulbs. But it only takes a quarter hour for him to feel as if he’s being watched.

And of course Leia would be right. Of course someone would be there. But that is not what shocks Luke.

No, what shocks him is that when he pretends to go near the storage area by the windows only to then pop his head out, the face he comes to on the other side just so turns out to be Din Djarin.

"Oh," Luke says before he registers, "Hi."

Wow, he really is handsome up close. Luke thinks unabashedly as he openly takes in the other boy, maybe not realizing the full effect of his stare.

There it is! That opennes and vulnerability he saw the first time around, so clear in the Seeker's gaze. So it wasn't his own projection!

"I'm Luke Skywalker, sixth year from Hufflepuff House," he introduces himself with a smile.

And when the silence stretches on for a little too long, Luke is eager but patient, because the most exciting conclusion comes to his mind.

"I'm Din… from Durmstrang."

"Nice to meet you Din! Do you have a particular interest in plants?!"

He must have! Otherwise why would the foreign student spend so much time around the greenhouses? The potential of meeting someone with the same passionate interest in herbology makes Luke feel as if he's about to implode.

Din stares back at Luke for another long moment before he replies, "Yes…"

"That's fantastic! Would you like me to show you around? I'm just about to harvest my first batch of Dittany for the year, Professor Amidala—the Head of my house—trusts me to help her with that, and we provide the essence to our Potions Master, Professor Palpatine and also Healer Che at the infirmary! Oh—and I have to show you our Chinese Chomping Cabages and Venomous Tentacula! Did you know that these plants can actually be used in combat situations?"

Aside from Professor Amidala, Luke has never had anyone to share his passion with so intensely, least of all someone so close to his age. And maybe if Leia were here, she would tell him to slow down or something, but Din seems content to listen to Luke prattle on about each and every single seed, sapling and plant in the greenhouse. And the other boy also asks meaningful questions that require a lot of indepth explanations that Luke is more than happy to provide—extensively and in detail.

It doesn't stand out to him that for someone who is allegedly very passionate and interested about plants, Din doesn't seem to know a lot about them.

***

As is very much Anakin's style, Luke's older brother makes it a whole event to place his name on the Goblet of Fire. Anakin leaves it to the last day and arrives with a large entourage hooting and hollering after him, both in teasing and support.

The moment Anakin sees him, he breaks into a huge smile and runs to his little brother, placing him in a headlock. Luke laughs as Leia rolls her eyes.

"Best of luck, Ani." Luke wishes honestly.

"Thanks little brother, I won't need it, but it's much appreciated all the same!"

"Your arrogance will come to bite you back on your ass one day, Anakin…" Leia points out. Unphased, Anakin leans down to press a loud kiss to his sister's face and runs off into the age-restricted-circle and drops his piece of paper onto the flames with a lot of flare.

Luke is distracted by the excitement in the room and doesn't notice when Anakin slips out from the crowd.

"I don't like it." Leia says cryptically next to him.

Luke turns to his twin with an inquisitive face, a hard expression marring her beautiful face. He follows his sister's gaze to where Anakin is chatting excitedly with Professor Palpatine, who smiles kindly at their older brother, a grandfatherly hand resting upon Anakin's shoulder.

"I know you've always been skeptical of Slytherins…"

Leia turns a glare to Luke and he raises his arms in defeat, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

"Yes and no, there's good people and bad people everywhere."

"Just more so on Slytherin, right?" He teases back, earning himself a slap on the shoulder.

"Don't be obtuse, Luke, it's unbecoming. I love Lando just as much as you do, Morgana only knows the patience he must have dealing with Han—and I also happen to think Cassian is alright, if not a little too shady for my tastes." She says levelly. "But Palpatine's little group of special students? Meero, Karn, Blevin, Lagret, Heert and then Anakin? I don't like it… his particular interest with Ani since he was so young. I don't like it either."

Luke nods, he's not particularly fond of either of the students Leia has mentioned, but he has been invited to a few of Professor Palpatine's extracurricular meetings and they all strike him as innocent enough—if not a little too career ambitious for him. Luke's always found Professor Palpatine's high ranking guests a tad too intimidating for himself.

But he says none of that out loud, and soon Leia is being pulled away by Jyn Erso, her fellow house and teammate (and closest friend) for some practice drills.

***

If there was palpable excitement on the first night their guests arrived, the eve of the announcement of the Triwizard Champions feels as if something is about to burst, with accidental magic happening left and right—much to the students amusement and the teachers chagrin.

Madam Mothma, Headmaster Yoda, Headmistress Kryze and Headmaster Fett stand in a semi-circle around the Goblet of Fire. Then the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation gives the Goblet an elegant tap and the first name flies out.

To no one’s surprise, Durmstrang’s champion is Din Djarin. And he is greeted with much enthusiasm and pride by his fellow schoolmates—and a loud round of applause by all. Their headmaster is not an easy man to read, but if Luke had to put few galeons on it, he'd say the man was as close to beaming as he would ever be.

The Beauxbatons champion is a girl named Bo-Katan Kryze, and the last name stands out to Luke as it is the same of their headmistress. Her hair is a lustruous red color that matches her lipstick perfectly and for second time Luke wonders how women can walk so gracefully on such high heels.

The reaction from Miss Kryze's fellow schoolmates is quite excited if not a little less intense. But the support she receives is genuine—and the pride on the headmistress' face is unhidden and evident.

As it's expected, the tension grows exponentially as the time comes to the announcement of the Hogwarts champion. Who will represent their school? Who has the Goblet of Fire deemed the most worthy student for this endeavor? To be the champion of their ancestral school?

For the first time since their guests arrived, the Great Hall quiets to a complete silence, nary a cough or whispered chatter to be heard. The build-up even accelerates Luke's heart, who isn't particularly invested in the event.

Madam Mothma's voice is clear and loud when she says, "The champion for Hogwarts School of Withcraft and Wizardry, Anakin Skywalker!"

The entire Hall erupts in cheers, Anakin is beside himself and the entire Gryffindor table starts shouting "The Chosen One!"

With the exception of a few sour faces over at the Slytherin table, the majority seems satisfied with the choice. Anakin has proven himself one of the most talented students, yet to be bested in any duel. Head Boy and Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Luke is not surprised that his older brother was picked.

The happiness and supports he feels for Anakin is true, and he wouldn't put it past his brother to actually win the whole thing.

"Your brother is going to be impossible." He hears Obi-Wan sigh next to him. Luke laughs openly back at his friend.

The joy is infectuous and immersive, so much so that no one seems to notice as another piece of paper flies out from the Goblet of Fire. No one seems to take note as the teachers and Ministry Officials exchange corcerned glances and whispers and Headmaster Yoda points his cane towards the Hufflepuff table.

Luke is not sure whom amongst the students is the first to notice that something might be amiss. He barely notices as the Great Hall devolves into a more subdued chatter.

It's hearing his own name being called that brings him to a halt.

"Luke Skywalker!"

And it's as if he's been hit with a Petrificus Totalis, which is absurd because his body can still absolutely move. But Luke's bones feel as if they've turned to stone.

Madam Mothma holds a small piece of paper and every single pair of eyes has now turned to stare at Luke.

Accusatory, confused, shocked, concerned and everywhere in between. Everyone's faces seem to blend in as Luke feels overwhelmed and ready to pass out. He doesn't even realize how much he's shaking until Obi-Wan's larger hand wraps around his smaller one in a comforting gesture.

Across the hall, Luke's eyes seek his siblings. Leia's eyebrows are drawn in a severe frown as she mouths 'What's going on?'

But it's Anakin's hard and incensed gaze that makes Luke want to turn around and disappear.

[To be continued]