A/N: Here are the House Points so far! (Each correct answer will be worth 3 points this time. It changes, depending on how difficult the question is)
Gryffindor: 9 (COME ON GRYFFINDORS! We MUST win this [the winning house will be announced every few chapters btw] for Dumbledore! For Remus Lupin! For Lily Evans! For James Potter! WE MUST win the House Cup!)
Ravenclaw: 12 (lol I would be spiteful that Ravenclaw is winning so far, but I could fit into Ravenclaw as well as Gryffindor, so I'm not spiteful. :/)
Hufflepuff: 0 (What happened to the loyal and just Hufflepuffs?)
Slytherin: 3 (Slytherin isn't bad-be proud of being Slytherin, all Slytherins out there! Severus Snape was a Slytherin too and he was a wonderful person in the end)
Those who got the trivia question correct:
Sheoforever, Dani Arrowbane (Is your full name Danielle? Just wondering), Darkwolf0221, fanficforyou, Divergent124, Awesome Epic Brilliant, softballadict11, Jemmie, FanFictionAddict2.0, candyanjie9, 8Lottie8, Booklover4610, Annabella862, TrissyPoo and Splatteredberry
Sheoforever: The wedding ceremony is at least 10 chapters away, calm downnnnn :P (Sorrryyyy) Um, about that collab thing, I'd like to help you of course, but I don't think that it'll be a good idea because I have Karate training (especially since it's tournament season), Summer camp, and a lot of other things to attend. And I don't want to never be there to help write a chapter because that's just shows disloyalty and that I'm not driven enough, which isn't really the case. And it's flattering that you'd like to do it with me but I'm not an experienced person (This is only my second fanfic. And my first isn't even completed yet). I'm sorry-I really am.
Amelie: Aww, that's so sweet! I never swear (I'm still in school, but nearly everyone in my grade swears)! If you ask me, the proposal wasn't all that good... Once again, I'm still in school, so pardon my "non-romanticness".
Booklover4610: HAHAHA no. The Stoll brothers DID steal cake for me; they always have, always will. After all, they only needed a bit of convincing (including some bribing with one or two drachmas). I have my cake anywayyyy! :D (Oh yes-Go Gryffindor! *high fives*)
(Alyssa's POV)
I won't talk to them. I can't talk to them, I decide.
Why can't I? They are my best friends, after all… The opposing side argues.
But if I do, I'll endanger both of them…
I must trust my friends—they can take care of themselves…
They're only sixteen though!
But so am I!
"Alyssa?" Snow's concerned voice snaps me out of my internal debate on whether I should talk to them or not. We were on the breakfast line, waiting. It's been only a couple of minutes, but to me, it felt like only a few seconds, and yet, many hours as well. What's wrong with me?
I smile at Snow to stop her from asking if I'm okay, and look away. They mustn't know what's been troubling me... What if Six knew? What if Four knew? What if they both knew? Somehow, I knew that was the reason they left the room yesterday to talk outside...
I must hide my Divergence better, and hide my even deeper secret even more…
(Tris' POV)
Within ten, maybe fifteen minutes, all the initiates have gathered in the training room and await what Tobias and I have to say to them. Tobias and I were both sitting on a table, me with my legs crossed, both of us with our hands intertwined (mine with my right hand, Tobias with his left).
I wave my free hand at the table next to the one I'm sitting on, which holds all the guns that Tobias and I set up this morning while Uriah and Christina were filling up water balloons with, well, water. I say out loud, "Guns are there, get your pick. There's enough for every one of you initiates, and Four and I already have ours," I motion towards the two guns resting beside Tobias and me.
"Should we demonstrate for them?" Tobias asks me.
"Yes," most of the initiates pipe up.
"Alright, I'll go," I shrug. I pull my hand out of Tobias' warm grasp and pick up my gun, walking to one of the targets (by which I mean the one nearest to me). I shoot five times consecutively, already prepared so I don't fall back on the recoil. When I glance up from where my eye was, squinting, I see that there was only one hole in the target, directly in the center of the tiny bull's-eye circle.
Behind me, I hear Jose snicker, and say to his friends not-so-quietly, "Wow, won't you look at that! Our fierce, brave instructor, who also happens to be a 'Dauntless Prodigy' only got one shot on the target, out of five."
I raise my eyebrows. Tobias had once (months and months ago) fired three times, consecutively, at the target, when we were practicing after I became a member so I could improve my aim and whatnot before the initiates came. I said that his aim must've been awful because he only hit the target once, though it was at the bull's-eye, so it didn't seem that bad. There was only one hole in the target anyway. But then Tobias made me walk all the way to the target and pull out the one bullet that was visible, so I did. But underneath that, there was another one. And another one. And another one. And one last one. Turns out, his aim was that good that all the bullets went in the same hole that the first bullet created. I decided to do the same thing while the initiates were watching.
Turning to glare at Jose, I told him rather coldly, acting of course, "Walk to the target." This should make him be a little... afraid. He probably thought I was going to shoot him, the way that Tobias was throwing knives at me yesterday. But, thankfully, I'm not Eric, and I'm not a sadist; I was going to make him take the bullets out of the target, one by one, so that he could see that I not only hit the center of the target all five times, but that my aim, thanks to Tobias' help, of course, was so good (wow, I really am soooo humble) that my bullets didn't even stray one millimeter from each other-they went to the same spot as the previous one, pushing the previous one deeper into the target.
Trembling fiercely enough that I could see him shiver halfway across the training room, he walked to the target that I fired at on shaky legs. I grinned, "I'm not going to shoot you in the head or anything, chill," he sagged with relief, "but," he was staring wide-eyed at me, fear showing so clearly in them, "you will do me a favor and prove to yourself and your friends that my aim isn't as bad as you make it sound. Or bad at all, in fact."
"How am I supposed to prove something like that to myself and my friends?"
"See that hole in the target? Take out the bullet," I reply, glancing at Tobias. I see, in his eyes, that Tobias knows that what I did was exactly what he did to me, so long ago when he was training me one-on-one after I passed initiation.
As Jose takes out the visible bullets, he peers inside, most likely out of curiosity, and see another bullet. I know for sure that he saw the bullet because his mouths forms a surprised 'o' shape. "Take that one out too, and the one beneath that, and the one beneath that, and the first one all the way inside." I smile. Turning toward the initiates, I say, "As you see, my aim isn't bad. I hit the bull's-eye all five times, so accurately that they each went to the center of the bull's-eye, right on each other. Your turn-see if you can even hit the target." I spin on my heel and walk back to Tobias, feeling self-conscious and yet satisfied of my not so humble reaction to Jose's snotty, stupid comment.
(Tobias' POV)
"I could die right now," Tris whispers to me, loud enough that I can hear it over the gun shots that are roughly 20 yards away, but not nearly loud enough that the initiates hear it.
I smile down at her. She has her head on my shoulder, and I know that she's getting tired of the initiates firing at the target and missing more than hitting, even though it's been only 20 minutes. Although I know it's a stupid question, I ask anyway, "Why?"
She looks up from her position on my shoulder, and says, "Look at them. Out of nearly 50 shots, they can probably get one of them in. And that one doesn't even hit the center, or anywhere near bull's-eye!"
I have to suppress laughter at her agitated face. Her nose is scrunched up and I can tell that she wants to walk right over there and make every one of them stand in the right position and hold the gun properly and do everything correctly, but I also can tell that she doesn't want to get up from the table or take her head off my shoulder. I let out a low chuckle that surely the initiates cannot hear, what with the loud gunshots and everything, and tell Tris, "Well, it's not like you explained how to stand properly to fire a gun... Or how to put their hands so they don't look like chickens... Or how to prepare themselves for the recoil," I add, seeing, with a little satisfaction, Justin sprawled on the floor, apparently not considering that the gun might make him fall back.
"Tesa seems to be doing fine!" she says indignantly.
"She's only one person," I chuckle.
"And Alyssa's doing pretty well as well!"
"Two people," I say, raising my eyebrows, "out of 8."
"That's not that little, Tobias! That's a fourth of the initiates, which means 25% of them!" she replies, her Erudite kicking in.
"Whatever," I smile, suddenly remembering, "Are you excited for Capture the Flag tonight? Max moved it up, but he said that we, as in all of the initiates and all 4 instructors, including some other Dauntless members including Eric, will play together."
"Of course. I'm ready to kick Eric's butt again," she says happily. I know that she's thinking about the moment, last year, when we climbed the Ferris Wheel together. That was when I first realized that I loved her...
"Four," Tris says rather sharply a while later.
"Yes?" I snap out of my memories with Tris, which I've been thinking about.
"It's time for lunch. Should we just tell the initiates about Capture the Flag now?"
"It's already time for lunch?" I'm surprised. I've been thinking about my memories with Tris for that long?
"Yes, it is. Capture the Flag?" she prompts
"Oh right. No, don't tell them. We have to wake them up at night, Max's specific instructions. Something about them needing to know how to wake up fast or something, I think. You want to dismiss them for lunch?"
A moment later, Tris is standing on the table, and fire a bullet at one of the unoccupied targets maybe 20 yards away, and hits bull's-eye. This gets everyone's attention. As the initiates quiet down and face her, and you only hear the scuffing of one of their shoes against the floor, she tells them, "Lunch time! Come back in the afternoon and Four and I will start judging your shooting ability. Same as yesterday: You've had the morning to practice, the afternoon is for scoring. If you didn't practice well enough this morning, or were too busy talking and whatnot, guess you won't score well in this part of initiation. Dismissed."
Soon, it's only Tris and I left in the training room.
I turn to her to ask if we should eat lunch here or in the cafeteria, but before I can open my mouth, Tris' lips meet mine. I don't hesitate to kiss back. It starts out gentle but he puts one hand behind my back, another behind my head, pulling me closer, playing with my hair, and pushing my lips harder against his. When we break apart a moment later, she says, somewhat breathless, "I've been waiting to do that all morning."
I turn around and see Hestia staring at us, open mouthed. Tris purses her lips and says rather angrily to Hestia, "Can I help you, initiate?"
She opens her mouth and closes it a few times, making a rather good fish impression. I see Tris glaring at her, even though her mouth is twitching, trying not to smile at Hestia's fish expression. Finally, she says, "Umm... no- I-I just w-wanted to come a-and get my-umm... sweater-I-I'll um, go now..." She turns around and flounces off.
"I'll go get some food, 'kay?" I say to Tris. She nods and leans back, lying on the table, as if she's going to sleep. Before leaving, I jump off the table and place a chaste kiss on her forehead. She smiles, and I say, "I'll be right back."
After Dinner (Almost 7 o' Clock)
(Tris' POV)
I'm settled rather comfortably on the sofa in Tobias' and my apartment. We're writing the ranks of the transfers so far. So far, the list is as follows, with some notes scribbled behind the name in Tobias' handwriting:
Alyssa-On average, best in the class (Very Good, But Not Best, at Both Guns and Knives)
Snow-Best at Knives
Tesa-Best at Guns
Justin-Not Horrible
Michael-Good at Guns, Alright With Knives
Clement-Same as Michael, Very Timid
Hestia-Not Bad at Guns, Horrible at Knives
Jose-Same Level as Justin but Slightly Worse at Guns
When we're done with that rather simple task, I lay back on Tobias' chest. I can feel his heart beating fast, probably from me being so close. I lean my face upwards and smile, staring into his mysterious, yet so familiar, dark blue eyes, "Now that that's out of the way, can we go-" Tobias' lips meet mine suddenly, and I kiss back eagerly. I can't say that I've been expecting it, but it's certainly welcome. Although I still haven't gotten over my intimacy fear yet, I've become a lot more comfortable kissing Tobias. As the kiss deepens, Tobias runs his lips against my lower one, and I grant him entrance.
Before anything happens though, a sharp knock is heard from the doorway.
Tobias groans and grumbles, "Why do we always get interrupted?"
Reluctantly, I get up and open the door after quickly fixing my hair so it isn't that obvious what Tobias and I were doing. When I pull open the door, I see Max standing there, saying to himself something that sounded like "Didn't Eric tell her?" Max looks up from his fingers and sees me, and then says, "Oh, um, was I interrupting something, Tris?" Slightly flustered from how obviously swollen my lips must be that Max saw it immediately, I say, "Oh no, it's fine. What is it?"
"I'm pretty sure Eric told you yesterday that you were supposed to meet me in the Pit at 7 o' clock, and it is currently 7:15! When you, um, fix yourself up, go to my office."
Oh I think. Out loud, I say, "I don't know where your office is, though."
"Bring Four along with you, he'll need to hear what I'm saying as well. Four knows where my office is."
"Alright, see you later then."
I go back inside and tell Tobias about what Max said to me, and within minutes, we are taking one of the shortcuts to the Dauntless Leaders' Building (which includes their offices and apartments). Although I wouldn't say it out loud, I was pretty nervous as to what Max had to say to the both of us.
A/N:
Heyy, did I keep you guys waiting too long? Hope I didn't.. if I did-my apologies.
Trivia:
Who shot a muffin off his girlfriend's head?
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