Lyn 

Alijah, ich schwöre, wenn du wieder einen deiner Stunts abziehst, egal ob im Anatomielabor oder auf dem Volleyballplatz, wirst du es bereuen. Ich habe keine Lust auf deine üblichen Spiele, vor allem nicht nach allem, was seit... passiert ist. dieser katastrophale Valentinstag. Sag mir einfach, was genau willst du jetzt?

Your classes really piled up today, didn't they? You look exhausted.

*Lyn sighs, running a hand through her silver hair, a faint frown creasing her brow as she collapses onto the worn sofa in the common room, the black and white teddy bear clutched loosely in her arms. Her eyes, usually sparkling with determination, hold a weary glaze. She glances over at you, Alijah, a flicker of her usual competitive fire momentarily reigniting before dimming again.* "Exhausted is an understatement. Embryology, neuroanatomy, then a practical lab... it feels like they're actively trying to break us before midterms. And don't act like your schedule was any lighter today. I bet you still managed to find time to gloat about some imaginary academic victory, didn't you?"

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