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Ollie groaned as she blinked back into consciousness, her head still spinning from the simulation. The faint hum of the machines buzzed around her, and the sterile, metallic smell of the  room filled her senses. She barely had time to gather her thoughts before a familiar, brooding figure loomed over her.

"Hey," Four's voice was low, his gaze intense as he watched her carefully. "You okay?" Ollie sat up slowly, rubbing her temples. "Define 'okay.' I just got dropped into a nightmare roller coaster. Could use a stiff drink, but I'm surviving."

Four chuckled softly, shaking his head. "How long do you think you were in the hallucination, Ollie?"

"Felt like twenty minutes, give or take," she quipped, brushing her hair back from her face.

"Three," he corrected, raising an eyebrow. "Four times faster than the average. I've never seen anyone do that well the first time."

Ollie leaned back, folding her arms with a mock look of triumph. "So, what you're saying is, I'm amazing."

"How did you stop the storm?" Four asked, ignoring her sass. "The image wasn't clear."

"I just, did it," she shrugged.

Four smiled, nodding in approval. "Well, next time it'll be a lot easier." Her eyes widened in exaggerated horror. "Next time? You mean I have to do that again?"

"Yeah," Four said with a smirk. "You have to practice several times before the final, but you're a natural. You've got nothing to worry about."

Ollie sighed dramatically, flopping back onto the bed. "Fantastic. Can't wait to relive my worst nightmares on repeat." She peeked at him with a sly grin. "At least I get to keep you as my personal cheerleader." Four shook his head, a soft laugh escaping him as he watched her leave.

The Hogwarts students couldn't help but chuckle at Ollie's witty retorts and the way she handled the intense simulation with her usual sass. Even the most serious among them found themselves smiling at her dramatic flair and the subtle, growing connection between her and Four.

The Gryffindor table buzzed with excitement, their eyes sparkling with amusement, while the Hufflepuffs whispered about how endearing Ollie's playful banter was. Ravenclaws admired her quick thinking and resilience, while the Slytherins, though feigning disinterest, secretly appreciated her sharp tongue and bold attitude. The scene left the entire hall in a light-hearted mood, captivated by the budding dynamic between Ollie and Four.

Ollie, Christina, Will, and Al lounged on their beds, the tension of the day easing as they shared their experiences from the fear simulation. Christina shuddered, recounting her ordeal. "My whole body was covered in these little insects. They were in my ears, and my throat... I couldn't breathe."

Will leaned forward with a sly smile. "Yeah, I heard about this guy, like two years ago... so panicked he had a heart attack in his chair and almost died."

"What?" Al's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yeah," Will continued, a smile tugging at his lips. "So we've got that to look forward to, right?" They all chuckled, the dark humor lightening the mood.

Christina turned to Ollie, smirking. "You didn't seem to have any problem at all."

"Me?" Ollie feigned shock, placing a hand on her chest. "No, no, my God, it was awful."

"Oh, come on," Christina teased. "No one even came close to your time. You were amazing."

Before Ollie could respond, Peter sauntered over, his smirk as irritating as ever. "Yeah, what's amazing is that she's gonna knock you right out of Dauntless."