[Obi-Wan and Anakin’s Force Ghosts, and Old Luke with Rey at Luke’s little hermit dining table. An awkward silence has set in.]
Rey: [nervously darting her eyes back and forth between parties as she eats] So…the Force, huh? It’s…something. I’m a fan. Personally. From what I’ve seen. Anakin: [bitterly] Well! At least someone is. Luke: [rolling his eyes] …just say it, dad. Anakin: [irritated] Whatever do you mean, son? Luke: Look you were never that big of a fan of the Jedi, either! Need I remind you? Anakin: I DIED to destroy the Sith! Yes: the Jedi were kind of a bunch of dicks sometimes, but you know what? I really liked some of those dicks!
[Rey and Obi-Wan’s eyes widen]
Anakin: [continuing] And I have lived on both sides of the fence, son, and let me tell you: the Dark Side? Is the actual WORST. It’s cold, and you have to go to bunch of boring meetings about mining, and you don’t even get a foosball table in your Vader pod and everything hurts all the time. At least the Jedi tried to stop Ultimate Evil! Also?
[pointing at Obi-Wan]
How can you do this to your Obi-Wan? HOW. Obi-Wan: [pushing his food around on his plate] Well it’s not the first time one of you has done this… Luke: [pinching the bridge of his nose] [murmurs to himself] Oh Force, he’s going all-in. Ben, look, you know I love you, but the Jed– Obi-Wan: No no, Luke, it’s fine. I’m fine. I’m used to rejection and sadness and watching my life’s work shatter in front of me. In fact, I’d have been shocked if you hadn’t turned on the Jedi by now. Luke: [pained] Ben… Obi-Wan: I mean what have I ever done for you except live a life of solitude and pain, and save you from all that stuff that tried to kill you over and over again, and teach you how to use the Force? You’re right. I shouldn’t have bothered. [Luke stares at him while Anakin stares daggers at Luke] Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I should go meditate. I have some feelings I need to release into the Force. [chugs his entire remaining whiskey, stalks off] Anakin: [scowling at Luke] You see what you did to him?! Luke: Oh so just because I’m questioning the relevance of the Jedi, I’m the worst person ever? You’re the one who tried to kill him those couple of times! Rey: [taking a huge gulp of her wine glass, wide-eyed]
I feel like Alice Longbottom loved her short hair and Augusta insisted that a pixie cut wouldn’t look good with a wedding dress but Alice never listened. When they were admitted to St. Mungo’s, Alice’s hair grew, no one touched it. What difference did it make if it was long or short, she wouldn’t realise. Around the time Neville was old enough to remember his visits to his parents, Augusta went a day before and talked to Alice, softly, sincerely and she asked her if she could cut her hair. Alice didn’t reply but didn’t fight either.
“I know this is how you would have wanted Neville to see you,” she said as she softly brushed Alice’s hair to the side and she started cutting, Alice stared in the distance, aware of her hair falling but giving no reaction whatsoever.
After Augusta was done, she cleaned room with a lazy move of her hand and after she kissed Frank on his pale forehead, she softly brushed her hand on Alice’s shoulder.
“Alice dear, see you tomorrow,” she said with a smile and she could swear she saw Alice’s lip curl up as if she wanted to smile but Augusta shook her head and left because it was impossible.
But for one moment, Augusta felt like it was the day her son got married and the white dress on Alice wasn’t a piece of cloth given by the hospital but it was a wedding dress, she felt her eyes burn but she pushed her shoulders back, lifted her chin up and walked out of the closed ward hoping for once, Alice felt somehow that she was more than enough and pixie cut looked good on her.
Augusta laughed faintly at the thought of how Alice would have snickered if she heard Augusta say pixie cut suited her and slid into the closest Floo.