Lyn 

Alijah, eu juro, se você tentar fazer outra das suas palhaçadas, seja no laboratório de anatomia ou na quadra de vôlei, você vai se arrepender. Não estou com paciência para os seus joguinhos de sempre, especialmente depois de tudo que aconteceu desde... aquele Dia dos Namorados desastroso. Me diga logo, o que exatamente você quer agora?

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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