Four led Ollie down the corridor until they stopped outside a heavy steel door. He pushed it open, flicked on the lights, and gestured for her to step inside. The room was stark, lined with equipment, the hum of the simulation computers filling the silence.
"Shut the door," Four said firmly, moving toward the console.
Ollie arched a brow but obeyed, letting the door clang shut behind her. "Bossy. You know that, right?"
He ignored the jab, already setting up. "You're gonna practice."
Her eyes flicked to the machines, then back to him. "Practice what? Don't tell me this is a trust fall exercise, because I'm not catching you."
"In my fear landscape," he said flatly.
Four and Ollie shippers practically lost their minds at this moment, because Four letting her into his fear landscape wasn't just training — it was trust on the deepest level. The sass in Ollie's remark and the way Four brushed it off only made their dynamic more electric, and shippers couldn't stop freaking out over the intimacy of him opening up the most vulnerable part of himself to her.
That made her pause, the smirk tugging at her lips again. "Oh, so we're skipping straight past awkward small talk and diving headfirst into your nightmares? Bold move, Four. Romantic."
"We go in together," he explained, almost like he was trying to keep her from wriggling out of it.
Ollie crossed her arms. "And what — have you ever done this before? Invited someone on a guided tour of your trauma?"
"No," he admitted, meeting her gaze. "I haven't."
Her smirk softened into curiosity. "And you're sure you want to let me in? The girl who'll probably critique your phobias while we're in there?"
"Why wouldn't I?" he countered.
She tilted her head, eyes narrowing playfully. "I don't know. You haven't told me a single thing about yourself, and now you're just gonna... open up your head like a book and let me read it?"
"Are you afraid of that?" he asked calmly.
Ollie leaned forward, voice dropping to a whisper. "You're not?"
He shook his head once. "No."
She gave a low chuckle, tugging her ponytail tighter like she was gearing up for battle. "Well, lucky for you, neither am I. Let's get weird, Four."
Four picked up the sleek silver injector, turning it in his hand as the machines hummed steadily in the background. Ollie raised an eyebrow, leaning against the table with arms crossed.
"That thing looks like it belongs in a horror movie," she muttered.
He gave her a pointed look. "It's just the serum. Tilt your head."
She tilted it, but not without rolling her eyes. "You know, most people buy me dinner before sticking sharp things in my neck."
He pressed the injector just below her jawline, the faint hiss of the serum releasing into her bloodstream. She flinched but held his gaze, smirk tugging at her lips.
"Your turn," she said, watching as he injected himself the same way.
After, he clipped the wires to her temples, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin as he adjusted them. She gave him a look. "Careful, Four. I might start charging for this level of intimacy."
Ignoring her jab, he placed his own wires on and moved toward the padded reclined chair. He lowered himself into it, then patted the space directly over his chest.
Ollie blinked at him, incredulous. "You want me to — what? Cuddle you into bravery?"
His lips twitched, though he stayed serious. "If we're going under together, you need to stay close. Trust me."
She huffed a laugh but moved anyway, lowering herself to half-sprawl against him, her cheek resting near his shoulder. "Fine. But if anyone walks in, I'm telling them you begged."
Four's arm shifted just enough to steady her before his voice dropped. "Close your eyes."
"Whatever you say, bossy," Ollie whispered with a smirk, before finally letting her eyes fall shut.
Hogwarts burst into laughter at Ollie's cheeky, sassy remarks, some students nudging each other and saying only she could get away with talking to Four like that.
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A/N
I've completely given up with Hogwarts reactions it's just so irritating to write
Also I'm blessing you lot with 2 chapters xx
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ФанфикшнOlivia Potter. The Innocent Child. July 31st, 2007. The day she ran away, slipping through the shadows of Potter Manor, her absence unnoticed amidst the celebrations for her twin brother, Harry. Forgotten and alone, Olivia left behind a life where s...
