Lost and Longing.

His next words confirmed her thoughts, "You know, I've never actually taught at the beginning level before. At least not from the ground up. This should be interesting. Especially given your already being exposed to magic." His eyes unfocused as he considered that he might honestly be learning new things about magic that he'd never considered. 'Maybe she...'

After a few moments, she noticed that, once again, he was off in la la land. A quick snap of her fingers brought him out of it, and he seemed unconcerned or unaware of his little drift off when his focus returned.

"Well," he said as he rubbed the back of his head with his hand as he considered her question. "I suppose Lumos could be your first lesson." He gave a cheeky grin, "You hardly need Cauldron safety tips for Potions since we won't be doing that, History of Magic of my world would be right useless to you, and I doubt you have any interest at all in herbology."

"However, I think… until we get you a wand we'll need to stick with a lot of theory and understanding, because you can already use magic consciously … you'll be advanced in that area and deficient in theoretical areas."

He looked sheepish. "I'm afraid your first lessons are going to be quite boring until we make our stop in Nar Shaddaa and then head to Kashyyyk. Once we get there, I'll be able to see about getting you a wand and really getting you started." "C'mon, let's go sit down and talk a bit, so I can also ask some questions, to figure out exactly what you've been taught and what I might need to un-brainwash you from." Harry gestured back toward where they had first sat for conversation.

Ahsoka nodded and then glanced at the substantial puddle, left by Harry's demonstration "Should we grab something to clean this up?"

Harry glanced back and shook his head, "No, leave it, Dobby will have it squared away before we come back. And he'll get offended if you try and clean it yourself."

"What are we doing here?" Ahsoka asked as she looked around. The bar they currently found themselves in was much different than the one she had met Harry in originally. That bar was homey, and relatively quiet and the patrons there seemed easygoing and rather open. This bar was practically the opposite. It was big and crowded and loud. The clientele here made the first bar look practically pedestrian.

Both she and Harry had cloaks on, with hoods up obscuring their features. Of course that put them at or near the majority in this place. More than half of the people had their identities obscured in one way or another.

Harry grinned at her as he slid into a booth after her. "We're here to meet one of the best slicers in the galaxy."

Ahsoka narrowed her eyes slightly at the teasing tone, before her lips twitched slightly, "Oh? For what… Master?"

Harry sighed a bit in irritation, "Well, two fold. I'm delivering something for services rendered on behalf of a mutual friend, and that was my ticket to actually see the guy."

Ahsoka smiled a bit at the note of irritation in his voice. She had been working and discussing theory with him, while Harry demonstrated various things on the way to Nar Shaddaa. Ahsoka had found all of it interesting and was eager to learn, and Harry seemed to enjoy the discussions because of her perspective and the questions she posed.

Once during the discussions, she had slipped during the back and forth one point, and called him 'Master'. For her it was merely a matter of ingrained habit from the Jedi temple, the teachers were almost always addressed as Master.

It was a simple slip of the tongue but Harry had looked stunned and immediately shook his head, and had practically pleaded with her not to call him that. However, his theatrical pleading had her just as theatrically asking why, since he was now her teacher and it was totally appropriate to use the term.

Harry had looked around furtively and replied, "Because it took forever to break Dobby of calling me master. If he hears you do it, he may start up again because he thinks someone else is doing it."

Of course she had yet to actually meet, or even see his mysterious ship keeper and mechanic. Whenever she asked about him, Harry had shrugged and said, "He prides himself on staying out of sight most of the time."

She wasn't even sure he existed. She half thought Harry was playing some sort of elaborate prank on her, but it looked like something he was honestly worried about. However, whenever he felt the need to demonstrate on her during their discussions and demonstrations she had started retaliating by calling him Master as sweetly as possible. It seemed to equalize their relationship a great deal, and Harry didn't seem to truly get upset, though he would always look around with a worried expression.

"Why do you want to meet this guy?" Ahsoka asked as she perused the room, her senses telling her that there was danger around, though nothing specific.

"I don't know if they're a guy or girl, I'm just looking to hire them." Harry replied after a moment.

"Oh? You don't know if they're a guy or girl? And you want to hire them? Something you want to share Master?" Ahsoka said with an amused smile. She had also gotten more comfortable teasing Harry over the past few days. Of course his constant banter had rubbed off a little bit as he seemed to view very few things as truly out of bounds.

"I think I have enough fixation on women that isn't really a concern." Harry laughed softly and shook his head, "Besides, I've never paid for that in my life." There was a brief pause as Harry hesitated and tilted his head. "Well, that's not entirely true."

At Ahsoka's stricken look Harry grinned. "A friend of mine was the rather uptight sort. Good bloke, a bit shy but brave. Raised by a domineering grandmother who, though well intentioned left him way too timid and withdrawn around the opposite sex. So… I sort of kidnapped him, and locked him in a room with apparition and portkey wards, and supplied with food and water. Throw in some stamina and lust potions, and a dozen or so women who happened to be members of the galaxy's oldest profession, or at least willing to dabble in it for the money I was offering. It was practically a public service."

"You… what?" Ahsoka stared at him aghast. "Oh he was fine." Harry grinned, "I let him out a week later, or was it two? It doesn't matter, he was apparently a bit sore, but practically a different person around women."

"His … grandmother never forgave me though." Harry shook his head with a regretful sigh.

"Of course she didn't forgive you!" Ahsoka sighed rolling her eyes. "You kidnapped her grandson, and trapped him with prostitutes for a week. I bet she was beside herself with worry!"

"What?" Harry looked confused. "Oh no, she was out of the country when I took him. And kidnapping is such a strong term. It's more appropriate to say that I temporarily detained him; and he got back before she even realized he was missing."

"Then… why was she angry?" Ahsoka asked, confused.

"Oh. He ended up marrying a pair of the girls I paid… would have been four but the laws prevented that excess, so he took two others as legal mistresses and they all moved in," Harry laughed with an amused twinkle in his eyes. "Apparently they were well worth the money."

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