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Ollie stirred, blinking against the dim morning light filtering through the small room. The familiar scent of Four's jumper clung to her as she pushed the blanket back and sat up in his bed. 

Not long after she sat up, Four walks in carrying a few items.

"How you feeling?" he asked.

"Better," Ollie replied, stretching her shoulders.

"Good."

He places the items on the table and looks over his shoulder to look at her, eyes narrowing slightly. "Where'd you go yesterday?"

"To see my brother," she said simply.

His brow lifted. "It's getting a little boring for you here, is it?"

Ollie gave him a faint smirk. "Something like that. My brother said... he thinks Erudite is planning to overthrow Abnegation."

Four's face darkened. "Do you think they could do that?" she asked.

"Yeah, I do," he said after a beat. "I think it's possible. Depends how far they're willing to go."

"I'm worried about my parents," Ollie admitted quietly.

"Yeah," he agreed, though his gaze was steady. "But I think you've got other things you need to worry about. Don't you?"

"Yeah." She nodded, the weight of everything settling on her shoulders again.

There was a pause, then Ollie slid off the bed and smoothed her jumper.

"I should go," she said, and without another word, she stepped past him and out of his space, the door clicking shut behind her.

Back in Hogwarts, Lily and James exchanged a look, both their expressions twisting with annoyance the moment Ollie's voice carried, "I'm worried about my parents." Lily's arms crossed tightly, her jaw clenched as she muttered, "Parents? She has parents. We're right here." James huffed, dragging a hand through his hair, his protective frustration evident. Meanwhile, somewhere on the other side of the hall, the Four and Ollie shippers were buzzing — whispers, squeals, and gasps bouncing off the walls at the sight of her in his jumper, waking up in his bed, and the way his eyes lingered on her. To them, it was undeniable: Ollie and Four's connection wasn't just survival — it was something deeper, something they were more than happy to root for.

The canteen buzzed with the usual noise of laughter, chatter, and clattering trays as Ollie slid onto the bench beside Christina, giving her a quick side-hug before dropping down onto the hard seat opposite Will.

"Hi," Christina murmured, glancing at the oversized sweater Ollie had pulled on. "Is that your sweater?"

"Nope," Ollie smirked, tossing her hair back. "But let's be real, it looks better on me than whoever it belonged to."

Before Christina could answer, heavy footsteps stopped behind them. Ollie stiffened just as Al's shaky voice broke the moment.

"Ollie, can I talk to you for a second?"

She turned her head slowly, eyes narrowing as she met his gaze. He looked pale, with a split lip and a very large bruise on his cheek.

"Listen, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Please, can you ever forgive me?"

The entire table went quiet. Ollie shot up from the bench, her voice slicing through the room like a whip.

"If you ever come close to me again, I swear I'll kill you." Her glare hardened, the fire in her tone sharp enough to cut. "You are a pathetic coward — and you'll never be anything else."