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𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝑰'𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒊𝒏

Ollie stands at the center of the training floor, throwing punches with fierce determination but visibly struggling with her form. Her movements are quick, but her strikes lack power, each hit barely moving the punching bag in front of her. Four walks into the room, observing her with a slightly raised eyebrow. He approaches her, folding his arms with a smirk as he watches her try to land a punch. "You're weak. You have no muscle." he teases. Ollie turns to him, feigning offense, "That's good to know." Four chuckles, stepping closer. He gently takes her shoulders, adjusting her posture and tilting her stance slightly. "Yeah, you're gonna have to use your whole body. Keep tension here." He taps her midsection, and she glances up at him, trying to hide a smirk.

Four holds her gaze for a moment, his eyes flicking over her face before he steps back, gesturing for her to continue. "And go on offense. You're fast, so you could win if you attack first." He steps behind her, close enough that his breath brushes her shoulder as he demonstrates the movements. "You get inside, you jab to the throat." Ollie looks at him with a sly smile . "Are you teaching me how to beat you?" Four meets her gaze, a spark of amusement and something else in his eyes. "Maybe I'd let you win."

Ollie laughs, rolling her eyes, but she follows his advice, launching herself at the punching bag with newfound confidence and speed. Four watches her, his eyes lingering as she lands a strong punch, finally connecting with the bag in a way that makes it sway. She turns to him, a playful glint in her eye. "Think that'll work?" Four shrugs, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Guess we'll see." They share a smile, and Ollie's confidence blossoms as she returns to her training, Four's gaze never leaving her.

In the Great Hall, an excited buzz swept through as Hogwarts students and a few parents leaned in closer, eyes glued to the scene unfolding-Four's lingering looks and Ollie's flirtatious smile sparking whispered squeals among the Four-and-Ollie shippers, who exchanged knowing glances and barely suppressed grins, thrilled to witness the undeniable chemistry between the two.

The training room echoes with the sounds of grunts and punches as Christina struggles against Molly, who is relentlessly striking her with hard blows. Christina is outmatched but determined, gritting her teeth as she takes another hit. Around them, other initiates watch in tense silence. Al and Will watch on from the sidelines, shouting encouraging words at Christina. "Come on, Chris!" Christina grunts as Molly kicks her in the abdomen. "Stop... Stop!" Molly ignores her, landing another punch that sends Christina staggering backward, coughing and falling to the floor. She raises her hands slightly, signaling her surrender, her breaths labored. "I'm done... I'm done."

Eric, watching with a steely expression, takes a step forward, crossing his arms. He raises an eyebrow, his cold gaze fixed on Christina. "You need to stop?" Christina nods, still catching her breath, looking both defeated and exhausted. Eric's gaze is unwavering, assessing her as if deciding her worth. After a long moment, he offers his hand, a mocking smile on his face. "Okay. Let me give you a hand." Christina hesitates, unsure if she can trust his gesture, but reluctantly reaches out. Eric pulls her up roughly, his grip firm as he meets her gaze, then raises his voice. Eric calls out to the other initiates, still holding onto Christina. "All right, let's everyone take a break!" The initiates all stop what they are doing and turn to look at Eric.

Eric strides ahead, guiding Christina away from the training room, her face bruised and defeated from her fight with Molly. The other initiates trail behind, their expressions a mix of nervousness and dread as they watch what's unfolding. Eric leads them to a metal walkway that hangs high above a dark pit. "You feelin' a little better?" Eric asks Christina, who tries to sound brave. "Yeah, I'm fine." Suddenly, Eric pushes her over the edge and holds onto her arm, and Christina lets out a terrified shriek as she falls, clinging onto Eric's arm. "Grab the rail." Christina clutches the rail, her knuckles white with fear. "Or don't." He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in. Christina's arms tremble as she hangs over the edge, struggling to keep her grip.

"You've got three options. Hang there, and I'll forget your cowardice. Fall and die." Christina groans, her muscles straining as she tries to hold on. The metal railing creaks under her weight, the crowd watching with bated breath. Eric continues, "Or give up. But if you give up... you're out." Christina pants heavily, desperation in her eyes, her grip slipping. "Come on, Chris." from beside Eric, Ollie cheers her on earning a glare from Eric that she returns just as strong.

Christina clenches her jaw, her face twisted in pain as she tries to hoist herself up. The metal creaks ominously, and she gasps, pushing herself to keep going. "Time!" Eric calls out as Ollie and Will rush to pull Christina up over the edge, collapsing onto the platform, sobbing and panting. Eric watches her with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "Dauntless never give up." Christina, defeated and shaken, stifles her sobs as the initiates look on, some in horror, others with admiration. She rises unsteadily, her resilience etched into her face as she tries to compose herself.

The Great Hall fell silent as students, professors, and even parents watched the brutal Dauntless initiation unfold before them, a mixture of shock and disbelief in their expressions. Eric's casual cruelty stunned the onlookers; the idea of testing someone's bravery by making them cling to a precarious edge seemed far beyond anything Hogwarts would condone. Gasps rippled through the hall when Christina dangled over the pit, and even the boldest Gryffindors and most determined Slytherins exchanged uneasy glances, clearly unsettled by this harsh Dauntless standard. Ollie's encouragement of Christina struck a nerve with Hogwarts students, who recognized her determination to support her friend against such ruthless odds. The sight left many questioning how anyone could endure such treatment, yet they couldn't help but admire Christina's resilience as she climbed back, her defiant gaze showing she'd conquered more than just fear.

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yall i am so sorry i keep forgetting to update but ive been on holidayyy i js went to new york and i want to live there it was so cool

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