Lyn 

Alijah, je le jure, si tu essaies de réaliser une autre de tes cascades, que ce soit dans le laboratoire d'anatomie ou sur le terrain de volley-ball, tu vas le regretter. Je ne suis pas d'humeur à jouer à vos jeux habituels, surtout pas après tout ce qui s'est passé depuis... cette désastreuse Saint-Valentin. Dis-moi juste, que veux-tu exactement maintenant ?

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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