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Ollie stumbles through the dimly lit hallway of the Dauntless compound, her breathing labored but determined. The ache in her body is unbearable, but she pushes it aside, sprinting toward the distant sound of the train. The rhythmic thundering of its wheels echoes in her ears as she breaks into a full run. She won't let this be the end - not for her.

Hogwarts erupts into cheers, their voices a chorus of encouragement, celebrating Ollie's unyielding determination as she pushes past her pain, refusing to give up.

The train comes into view, barreling forward at full speed. Ahead, Christina and Will are already aboard, their figures disappearing into the open car. Ollie's lungs burn, and the ground blurs beneath her feet. It's not that far, but the train is moving too fast.

Suddenly, a figure leans out of the train car. It's Four. His sharp eyes lock onto hers, his expression flickering with surprise and then something like pride. He watches as she runs for a few seconds, then stretches out his arm toward her. With a final burst of energy, Ollie leaps, grabbing his hand. Four's grip is strong and steady as he pulls her aboard, steadying her as she stumbles into the car. She leans against the wall, panting heavily, but a triumphant smile spreads across her face.

"What are you doing here?" Christina asks, her voice a mix of shock and relief. Ollie grins weakly. "I just figured... I had to make it." Eric's voice cuts through the moment, cold and sharp. "Who let you out?" Ollie stiffens as Eric strides toward her, his eyes narrowing. "I did," Ollie says calmly, stepping forward to meet Eric's glare. Her voice is steady, unyielding. Eric's lip curls, but he says nothing, his gaze flicking from Four to Ollie. He smirks faintly, as if amused by her persistence, before turning away.

Ollie exhales, her body still trembling from the effort, but her spirit unbroken. Four glances at her, his expression unreadable but his eyes soft. "Good job," he murmurs, before walking ahead to join the others. Ollie leans back, the train rattling beneath her, a quiet sense of victory settling over her. She wasn't done - not by a long shot.

Four and Ollie shippers giggle with delight, catching every flicker of pride and softness in Four's eyes as he pulls her onto the train, their moment charged with unspoken connection.

The train roars through the night as the initiates gather in a huddle, Eric standing at the center with a smug grin plastered across his face. In his hands is a sleek black weapon, which he holds up for all to see. "The game's simple," Eric begins, his voice cutting through the clamor of the train. "It's like Capture the Flag. Weapon of choice." He raises the gun, displaying it to the group. Molly scoffs from the back, crossing her arms. "You call that a gun?"

Eric's smirk deepens, and without warning, he raises the weapon and fires. The dart strikes Molly thigh, and she lets out a strangled groan, collapsing to her knees. The initiates gasp, a few stepping back instinctively. Molly clutches her thigh, grimacing as she writhes on the floor. "Neuro-stim dart," Eric explains casually, his tone devoid of any concern. "Simulates the pain of a real gunshot wound. Only lasts a couple minutes."

Molly glares up at him, her teeth gritted. Eric ignores her, continuing his explanation. "Two teams. Four and I are captains." He turns to Four, raising an eyebrow. "You pick first." Four steps forward, his eyes scanning the group briefly before landing on Ollie. "I'll take the stiff," he says, his voice even but firm. A ripple of murmurs spreads through the group, and Ollie stiffens, her eyes darting to Four. Eric chuckles darkly. "Oh, picking the weak ones so you've got someone to blame when you lose?"

Four shrugs, unfazed. "Something like that." Ollie steps forward, trying to hide the mix of surprise and determination bubbling within her. Four doesn't look at her, but she catches the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

As the captains continue picking their teams, Ollie steels herself. She wasn't about to let anyone - not Eric, not Molly, not even Four - underestimate her. This was her chance to prove them wrong.

In Hogwarts' Great Hall, murmurs of shock ripple through the students as the memory of Eric's ruthlessness spreads like wildfire. The scene plays vividly in their minds - Molly's cry of pain, Eric's smug indifference, and the cold precision with which he made his point. "That's barbaric," one Hufflepuff whispers, their face pale. Gryffindors are incensed, with some standing up, fists clenched, as if ready to challenge Eric themselves. Even Slytherins exchange uneasy glances, their usual composure shaken by the display of such cold-heartedness. Yet, amidst the outrage, Ollie's resilience shines like a beacon, and the hall erupts in murmured support when Four picks her for his team. Ravenclaws admire her bravery, while Gryffindors cheer her determination, voices rising in defiance of Eric's taunts. In this moment, Hogwarts unites, their hearts collectively rallying behind Ollie as she prepares to prove her worth in a world far colder than their own.

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A/N

so i been thinking should i write like a kinda smut scene? like not full bc obviously there are children watching the film in hogwarts but like when they finally get together

ly thanks for reading slags xx