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Ollie wiped the sweat off her brow, tossing another heavy bag into the truck with exaggerated flair. "Glamorous," she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as the others worked around her. The Dauntless reward for surviving stage one of training wasn't exactly what she'd envisioned. She hefted another bag, noticing something glinting on its surface, catching her attention. Frowning, she tilted her head, following the light's reflection.

Lily's face tightened with frustration as she watched Ollie's "mother" embrace her, unable to hide her annoyance at the woman claiming to be Ollie's parent.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a familiar face emerge from the shadows. "Mom?" she whispered, her voice laced with disbelief. Her mother rushed to her, eyes wide with relief. "Oh, my girl!" she exclaimed, pulling Ollie into a fierce hug. "Look at you - so strong and beautiful!"

"Mom," Ollie said, stepping back and giving her an incredulous look. "What are you doing here?" Her mother ignored, her tone turning urgent. "You're in danger."

"Danger? Great," Ollie replied with a dramatic sigh, folding her arms. Her mom leaned in, whispering, "You weren't sick the day you took your aptitude test, were you?" Ollie blinked, the sudden shift catching her off guard. "Why are we talking about that now? Did you come all the way here just to grill me about test results?"

"What were they?" her mother pressed. Ollie hesitated, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "They were inconclusive," she admitted, her tone clipped. Her mother's face paled. "Divergent?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Ollie raised an eyebrow, her sarcasm kicking in. "Oh, is that the word of the day? Sure, Mom, let's slap a label on me." Her mother grabbed her arm, her grip firm. "You can't tell anyone. Not your friends, not your instructors. No one. They're looking for Divergents everywhere. They're scared of people like you. Your mind works in a million different ways. They're terrified because they can't control you."

Ollie tilted her head, trying to process the gravity of her mother's words. "So, basically, I'm a walking threat. Got it. Anything else?" Her mother's expression turned somber. "Stage two of training is where you're most at risk. They're going to get inside your head and watch how you  respond to fear. But you can pass. You can make it through Dauntless. I've seen it before."

"Wait, you've seen it before?" Ollie said, her suspicion rising. "How do you even know all this? Were you -" her eyes narrowed, the realization hitting her, "- Dauntless?" Her mother hesitated, but before she could answer, a guard called out, "Hey! What are you doing?" Ollie's mother backed away, her expression pained. "Do not let them know who you are," she urged before disappearing into the crowd. "Great," Ollie muttered, turning back toward the truck. "More mysteries. Just what I needed."

At Hogwarts, the students gathered in the Great Hall, murmurs of surprise and curiosity rippling through the air as they watched Ollie navigate the tense encounter with her mother. A few whispered to each other, amused by Ollie's unflinching sass, while others raised eyebrows at her biting responses. "Did you hear that?" one student whispered, chuckling. "She just told her mum she's a 'walking threat.'" A ripple of laughter spread through the crowd as Ollie's dry humor and defiant attitude continued to shine, even in the midst of her mother's warning.

Lily, James, and Harry exchanged glances, a mix of pride and concern in their eyes, while a few Gryffindors, particularly those who admired Ollie's boldness, couldn't help but laugh at her no-nonsense approach to the situation. Even those who didn't fully understand the gravity of the conversation couldn't help but appreciate her ability to remain unfazed, her sassiness cutting through the tension with ease.

The air in the waiting room was tense, the low hum of fluorescent lights doing little to ease the nerves of the Dauntless initiates. They sat in stiff silence, some fidgeting, others trying to mask their unease with forced nonchalance. The room reeked of sweat and anticipation, a stark reminder of the brutal tests that awaited each of them.

Suddenly, the door to the test room creaked open, and two Dauntless members emerged, half-carrying Molly between them. She was groaning, her face pale and drenched in sweat, her legs barely able to support her weight. A murmur rippled through the room as the initiates exchanged uneasy glances.

"What did they do to her?" Christina whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with fear. Molly let out a weak groan, her head lolling to the side as the Dauntless members settled her into a chair against the wall. One of them shot the group a sharp glance.

"Ollie," a voice called, cutting through the silence. She looked up to see Four standing by the door, his expression unreadable. Ollie strutted into the test room, her shoulders squared and her head held high, trying to mask the nervous buzz simmering under her skin. Four was already there, his usual stoic expression firmly in place as he prepared the equipment.

"Take a seat," he said simply, motioning to the open doorway. "I'm going to inject you with a serum that stimulates the part of your brain that processes fear," he said, holding up the syringe. Ollie raised an eyebrow. "Great. Nothing like a little casual brain invasion to spice up the day."

Four smirked faintly, shaking his head as he loaded the syringe. "It induces a hallucination," he continued, ignoring her sarcasm. "And transmitters in the serum allow me to see the images in your mind."

"You can see inside my mind?" Ollie asked, tilting her head, her voice dripping with mock disbelief. "Oh, wow, Four. If I knew this was your way of getting to know me, I'd have saved you the trouble and written a diary."

Four chuckled softly, his expression softening just slightly. "Lay back," he instructed. Ollie lay back with a dramatic sigh, tossing her arms out as if settling into a sun lounger. "Well, since you insist."

As he leaned closer with the syringe, she scrunched her nose. "Just make sure my brain's still as charming as ever when you're done in there, okay?" Four rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "Now, you're gonna be facing your worst fears," he said, his tone more serious. "Most people have 10 to 15 really bad ones. You'll need to calm yourself - slow your heart rate and your breathing - and deal with what's in front of you."

Ollie stared at him, the teasing glint in her eye dimming slightly. "Be brave," he added, his voice softer, almost reassuring. Then she closed her eyes, bracing herself as the serum began to take effect.

The Four and Ollie shippers were practically squealing with excitement as they watched the scene unfold. "Did you see that?" one of them whispered, practically vibrating with joy. "She just made a joke about Four invading her brain!" Another fangirl sighed dramatically. "And did you see the way he smiled? They're totally flirting, right?" Even those who weren't as invested in the pair couldn't help but notice the undeniable chemistry between them. Ollie's sassy remarks and Four's rare smiles had the students on edge, waiting for the next moment of tension between the two.

Some people whispered excitedly about Ollie's fearless attitude, while others admired Four's calm, almost protective demeanor. The back-and-forth banter, laced with genuine affection and humor, had fans practically ship them harder than ever before. It was clear that Ollie and Four were only just beginning to develop a connection that would keep the Hogwarts crowd watching in eager anticipation.

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