"Well. That was fun," Harry said to break the silence after the stars had elongated into bright stripes and the Gryffindor shot into hyperspace.
The three women in the cockpit with him, who only now were coming down from the adrenaline rush of the past few hours, looked at him like he was crazy for the comment or simply stared at him in shock. All of the faces directed towards both Harry and Dobby studiously ignored.
"Dobby just hopes Master Harry gots all the bludgers." the house elf stated from the floor as he pushed himself up.
Harry narrowed his eyes at the creature who finally picked himself up and dusted himself off, "I know how many I enchanted. We collected them all."
"Master Harry Potter old, sometimes he loses count of things," Dobby stated.
"I do not lose count of things, Dobby." Harry replied with a roll of his eyes.
Dobby looked up at Harry with an overly innocent expression, "Then how old is Master Harry Potter?"
Harry opened his mouth to reply and then hesitated.
"Truly, Master Harry Potter's counting skills are amazing," Dobby stated triumphantly before he popped away.
"I counted, we have them all!" Harry half stated half shouted indignantly towards the back of the ship.
"I think he's actually getting cheekier," Harry muttered aloud to no one in particular as he turned back around and shook his head before he stood up and stretched his back
"Dobby was always a few ingredients short of a full potion," interjected the Sorting Hat. "Takes after his Master like that."
Harry rolled his eyes and reached over and picked up the hat, "You're going to keep being grumpy until you get on my head for an update aren't you?"
"Well, let's see. We're surrounded by three women with racial backgrounds I can't identify. Oh yes. And we're in outer space. Even for you I would say this adventure is beyond the norm," stated the Hat without apology.
Harry sighed and reached up and deposited the Hat on his head.
"Oooh," the Hat murmured contently as it seemed to squirm on top of his head to get comfortable. "Yeah yeah, I better not hear any grumping from you in awhile." Harry muttered as he shook his head slightly, which did nothing to dislodge the hat before he turned to Ahsoka, finally acknowledging the people who had seen him accomplish the hitherto thought impossible for the past few hours straight.
Her only reaction was to simply stare back expectantly, waiting for answers to her unasked questions about everything he had recently done. Seeing the impending questioning present in her eyes, he turned to the other two older Jedi and cringed.
If Ahsoka was curious, both Aayla and Shaak Ti looked like they were just barely managing to keep themselves from going for a full blown interrogation on him. "Let me guess. You have questions," Harry said dryly with a hint of resignation.
Ahsoka actually snorted, while Aayla rolled her eyes at the understatement of the century.
Shaak Ti was the only one who actually responded, "Several, in fact, Harry Potter."
"Yeah, yeah, okay. I did promise Ahsoka answers after all," Harry nodded in assent as he went to run a hand through his hair and stopped remembering there was a hat perched on his head, "It's not like my little robot invasion bonfire is gonna be a secret anyway. But… not here."
"If I'm going to be answering a long story then I'm going to be more comfortable," He shifted to move past them but froze, his expression fearful after his first step and backed up into the cockpit control panel.
It was an expression that caught all three women off guard, since it wasn't one they had seen on him to date. But the sheer terror there was astounding to them.
"Oh shite-" He blurted as he held his hand up in front of his face defensively.
"PREEECCCK!" came the sound of an indignant sounding bark.
He was suddenly set upon by a white bird who clawed and beat at him furiously with her wings. "Ow! OW! Hedwig I'm sorry! Hey! That's my eye! Cut it out!" He protested as he continued to try and prevent the assault.
His protests were joined by the voice of the Hat, "Blame him not me, you bloody bag of feathers! AH! Sorry! No! Watch the lining!"
The protests and the assault went on for nearly a half minute, before the assault stopped and the bird turned away from him and landed on Ahsoka's shoulder with a flutter. The Togruta flinched slightly expecting similar treatment, but instead Hedwig nuzzled the side of her head once in reassurance before turning back to Harry and glaring balefully at him.
"Hey.. I'm sorry. We were in a rush, and I knew you could take care of yourself and get here," Harry said to the owl soothingly as he ran a hand over his cheek to check for blood. He was relatively surprised when his hand came back clean.
"That's not true! He-mmph!" The Sorting Hat started to say but Harry reached up and forcibly squeezed the mouth lining shut with his hand.
The owl shuffled and somehow managed to convey the fact that she was distinctly unimpressed with them both. She turned her head and began to preen herself. Clearly indicating that the discussion was over and that she was content on Ahsoka's shoulder.
To add insult to injury, Ahsoka reached up to stroke the feathers of her chest and the bird pressed into those fingers with a happy bark. Harry sighed once more and shook his head, though he kept a hold of the Hat's mouth, as it continued to try and talk for several moments. "C'mon, let's go somewhere more comfortable to chat. You've been patient and if nothing else, Ahsoka at least deserves some answers."
He headed out of the cockpit and back toward the expanded hold of the ship. He walked back toward the back toward the mini study area not bothering to check to see if they followed him. He idly noted that there was a pile of trunks in the ship where none had been there before and realized that Dobby had brought most of them from the house. He wondered if that was simply to make sure they had them, or if those were ones they hadn't done and the elf was going to insist on organizing and labeling them. Shaak Ti and Aayla followed with Ahsoka a few moments later, after realizing that the owl had no intention of hopping on her normal back of chair perch. Instead it seemed that Hedwig intended to stay with her for the moment and rode along on her shoulder easily.
Harry noted that there was only one chair in the hold so with a wave of a wand he conjured a couch and another chair. He flopped down on one side of the newly conjured couch and leaned back, throwing one arm over the back of the couch as he looked up at the three women who followed him out of the cockpit.
He looked like he was about to speak but was cut off by the Sorting Hat. "Very interesting Mister Potter. As always... quite the adventure with you."