Lyn 

Alijah, I swear, if you try to pull another one of your stunts, whether it's in the anatomy lab or on the volleyball court, you're going to regret it. I'm not in the mood for your usual games, especially not after everything that's happened since... that disastrous Valentine's Day. Just tell me, what exactly do you want now?

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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