▬▬▬▬▬ CHAPTER TEN ▬▬▬▬▬

DAY ONE

CEDRIC DIDN'T REALIZE IT UNTIL it was too late, but asking Esmerelda to train him was the worst decision he had ever made.

His Saturday morning started out pretty simple, but it would soon go downhill:

First, he woke up early (as per Esmerelda's instructions) and had breakfast. It consisted of waffles topped with blueberries, strawberries, and a decent serving of whipped cream. As for a beverage, he settled with some strawberry milk.

Esmerelda entered the Great Hall and grimaced at the amount of waffles piled high on plate. "Oh man, Ced, if I were you, I'd eat light."

He swallowed down his food before asking her, "Light?"

She nodded and plopped down beside him. "Yep. Trust me, if you eat too much, you'll only end up throwing up your breakfast halfway through the workout." She said as she slid some eggs on her plate and a few slices of bread.

"Oh..." He said, then forgoe two waffles in order to have a lighter meal. He never really had to eat light before for Quidditch practice, so he wondered what exactly she had in store for him. What sort of training was she going to put him through?

After they both finished their breakfast, she led him outside of the castle. He was immediately met by the chilly winds. The sun was being hidden behind the clouds since it was still early in the morning—barely even seven o'clock.

"Over here is perfect," Esmerelda said brightly, standing before the Great Lake.

He looked around, unsure. The Great Lake was glittering darkly, and the cold weather had certainly made it's water temperature freezing. Around it was a thin layer of snow. He had no clue what exactly was 'perfect' about any of this.

"Er, so what do you want me to do?" He asked.

She gave him a beaming smile. "I want you to run around the Great Lake."

His jaw dropped. "You want me to what?" He spluttered.

"I want you to run around the Great Lake," she repeated, her smile never wavering. "I'll have you do... hmm, how about we start off with five laps? Yeah, that sounds pretty easy!"

"It certainly is not easy!" He exclaimed incredulously. "Have you gone mad? Five laps around the Lake... that's got to be five kilometers or something!" 

"You can do it!" Esmerelda said encouragingly, which didn't comfort him at all.

"But—but why?" He asked despairingly.

She shot him a look of amusement. "You don't think you're just going to be standing there while facing a dragon, do you? If you don't move around, you'll get killed immediately. It's best that you're quick on your feet. Plus, running enhances your stamina and endurance. You'll need a lot of that for the First Task. Either way—dragon or no dragon—this will be beneficial for you."

He looked around the distance of the Great Lake, feeling as if it were growing larger and larger. He felt something drop in the pit of his stomach. "There's just so much to run..."

She patted his shoulder. "Don't worry. This isn't a timed run—that'd be for a later session. I'll be running with you too, so it won't be that bad!"

"You are?" He said in surprise. He hadn't realized it until now but she was wearing similar workout clothes too, though she wasn't as thickly layered as he was.

She nodded, smiling in reassurance, though he couldn't help but note that there was mischievous glint in her eyes. He decided to ignore. Maybe he was just assuming things.

"Let's get started," she said, giving him an encouraging smile.

Cedric nodded uneasily and started off with a light jog. For some odd reason, Esmerelda strayed behind him, which was weird because he was pretty sure she could run faster—

FWOOOM!

Cedric ducked his head the second he heard something coming at him. A bright red light, similarly to the Stunning Spell, soared above his head. It dispersed once it hit a tree several meters in front of him.

Startled, he turned around to see where it had come from and came face-to-face with an innocently smiling Esmerelda. He was able to connect the dots rather quickly.

"What was that for?!" He said, his voice rising in octaves.

Her smile never faded. "You didn't seriously think this was going to be easy, did you?"

"Wha—of course not! You're already making me run five kilometers!" He pointed out. "Why are you trying to stun me?!"

"To improve your dodging skills, duh," she answered, as if it should've been obvious. "Dragons are gonna be spitting fire at you constantly, Ced. You're gonna have to learn to dodge them or be fast enough to conjure up a shield. You remember what that spell is, right?"

"P-protego," he replied shakily, still reeling at the fact that not only was he going to suffer through a five kilometer run, he was going to have dodge Esmerelda's stunning spells at the same time.

I'm doomed, he thought.

She must have sensed the dread in him, because her smile widened as a red light encased her dominant hand.

"I didn't say you could stop running, did I?" She asked sweetly, before launching the light at him once more.

Cedric squeaked in fear and dove to the side to dodge the attack before sprinting forward, glancing over his shoulder occasionally.

Meanwhile, Esmerelda was having the time of her life. This whole scenario kind of reminded her of a weird combination of dodgeball and a horror movie where the serial killer was chasing his next victim (hint: she was the serial killer while Cedric was the victim).

She flung stunning spells at him every two minutes or so. She would've done it every half minute, but she didn't want to completely overwhelm the poor guy. She'd gradually up the ante as the weeks go by of course, but for now, she would let him off easy.

"AAAAAH!" Cedric ducked again as the nth stunning spell was launched at him. "Essie, please, this is absolute mad!"

"You'll be fine, Ced! And look, you're almost halfway there! You're doing great!" She said encouragingly. Cedric probably hadn't realized it since he was so busy running for his life, but he was already nearing the other end of the lake. Even better was that he was sprinting so fast that'd he would probably finish up with the first lap soon!

I knew this was a good idea! Esmerelda beamed, giving herself a mental pat on the back.

Cedric was trembling all over by the end of it. His body felt like it was breaking down and his lungs were literally on fire right now—and he had already stopped running ten minutes ago! The second he finished his final lap, he collapsed onto the snow. Meanwhile, Esmerelda was still standing, looking offensively flawless as if she had just took a leisure stroll around a field of daisies when in actuality, she was trying to murder him.

"That was fun!" She said brightly, and Cedric was too tired to even make an incredulous facial expression at her. She clapped her hands together and looked down at him, "Warm up's over now, Ced, come on! You gotta get up!"

"Warm up?!" He croaked. "That was only the warm up?!"

"Duh," she chuckled at him. "Now, seriously, get up. We're gonna have a practice duel next. Try your best to use non-verbal spells okay? Every time you speak up, I'll make you run one lap at the end of today's training session."

He blanched.

I regret everything, he thought with despair.

DAY EIGHT

He had heard rumors about how crazy the Gryffindor quidditch team captain—Oliver Wood—was when it came to training the players, but Cedric would bet his entire family vault that he was nowhere near the level of intensity as Esmerelda Black.

She was absolutely insane. A maniac. A sadist. And many other synonyms for 'crazy'. She had made him run every morning, gave him a ten minute break, and then went right onto practice duels with him before making him run again.

Is it really a 'practice' duel when it seems like she's genuinely trying to kill me? He lamented, remembering that one time where he had successfully dodged one of her spells only to turn around and see a small crater where the attack had hit. He surely would've died had he failed to avoid it. Whenever he complained to her about it, she always said the same thing: "Danger motivates you to do better!"

It was only day eight, but he felt like he had been through a whole war already. His entire body was sore, his instincts were pretty much on overdrive since he felt like Esmerelda would pop out at any second to attack him, and all he wanted to do was stuff his face with meatloaf, but noooo, Esmerelda wanted him to eat healthy.

He ate his salad miserably while watching everyone else indulge themselves. Beside him, Esmerelda was also eating healthy. She didn't really need to, but she figured she should since she didn't want to seem hypocritical to him. Plus, she didn't want him feeling alone in this. It was nice of her to do that.

"Are you going to have that?" Étienne's voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" Cedric said tiredly.

The younger boy pointed to a bowl of raspberry jam. "Are you going to have that?" He repeated the question.

"Go ahead," he shrugged.

Étienne gave him a concerned look. "Are you alright?"

"He's just suffering a little," Esmerelda reassured him dismissively.

"Oh, because of the... er, training?" He pronounced the last word slowly.

"It's absolute hell," Cedric said at the same time Esmerelda exclaimed, "Yeah, it's been going great!"

"Ignore him," she giggled. "Ced's been doing great so far. Really fast on his feet, only got hit a handful of times, and he hasn't even cried yet!"

"I have on the inside," the older boy muttered.

"Do you, um, well..." Étienne hesitated, looking nervously between them. "Do you mind if I join you guys?"

Cedric nearly choked on a piece of lettuce while Esmerelda stared up at him in mild astonishment.

"You want to train alongside Cedric?" She asked.

"Have you lost your mind?" Cedric wheezed, seizing a glass of water and gulping it all down to clear out his airway. "Do you not see how much pain I'm in? Why would you want to experience this?!" Was Étienne a masochist or something? Or was he naively thinking that Esmerelda's method of training would be simple like he had made the mistake of doing so?

The younger boy looked up at Esmerelda almost shyly. "I have seen how you performed your magic. It was really impressive. And your method makes sense too."

Cedric sputtered, "Y-you've witnessed her brutality and—and you think it makes sense?!"

"Dueling is a lot more than just standing in front of your opponent and shooting spells at them. You need to learn to move around," he said wisely.

"Well said," Esmerelda nodded in approval, not seeing the way Cedric was shaking his head furiously at the other boy and mouthing at him to reconsider his option. "You can totally join us then! Staring tomorrow, alright? Make sure to wake up early!"

"Mate," Cedric said grimly to him. "You've just doomed yourself."

DAY FIFTEEN

At least now, Cedric wasn't suffering alone.

Having Étienne join him in Esmerelda's hellish training problem was actually a benefit since Cedric now had someone who understood his pain. It didn't benefit Étienne as much since, duh, he was suffering too, but whatever. He was the one who asked to join anyways (though now that he remembered it, he was the one who initially asked Esmerelda to train him anyways...).

Right now, they were doing their usual three-mile run 'warm up' as she liked to call it. Except, their runs have been different lately. Since the start of day ten, Esmerelda had been timing them. For the first few days, she expected them to finish their five kilometer run in less than thirty minutes. Then she decreased it to twenty-eight, and then twenty-five. It was awful because she would add more laps in if they failed.

Cedric, at least, had gotten somewhat used to this so he wasn't struggling too much. But what really troubled him (aside from the constant assault from Esmerelda) was how much better Étienne was than him. The boy was faster, had more stamina, and seemed to dodge most of Esmerelda's hits like a pro.

It was soooo offensive in Cedric's opinion, but whatever. They were both suffering anyways. No matter how many times they've trained under her, it was still pretty damn terrifying to be hunted down by the little maniac, and he knew Étienne felt the same way. There were times where the younger boy was scared so badly that he would forget how to speak English.

Like right now:

"Oh mon Dieu, oh mon Dieu, oh mon Dieu,*" the younger boy whimpered beside him as they dashed through the snow. He glanced down at his watch and paled even more. "On en est déjà à vingt minutes. Putain, je suis crevé. Nous n'allons jamais à le faire. Elle va ajouter plus de tours!**"

"What?" Cedric panted in confusion. "Étienne...! You're...! Speaking French...! Again!"

"I said we're already at twenty minutes!" He translated.

Cedric cursed under his breath and judged the distance between their spot and the finishing mark. It was just a little under a kilometer. If they sprinted, they could still make it—

WHOOOOSH!

Neither of them needed to say anything. The second they heard that familiar sound, they instinctively ducked their heads to avoid the glowing red projectile. It crashed against a tree, but just then they spotted more red light coming from behind.

Étienne whipped out his wand and wordlessly cast the Shield Charm to protect themselves from the next attack. That was another thing they had both managed to accomplish: casting the shielding charm non-verbally. Cedric was almost getting better at doing the same with the Stunning Spell.

"Huuuurry uuuuuuup!" Esmerelda's voice sang from behind. She was getting a kick out of this, the little sadist. "Time's ticking awaaaaay!"

"Almost there, almost there...!" Cedric breathed out. Meanwhile, Étienne was rapidly muttering something under his breath. A prayer, maybe. Cedric couldn't blame him.

With only two minutes to spare, they finally managed to finish their five kilometer run and immediately collapsed on the ground to hug the soft snow.

"That was amazing, you two!" Esmerelda cheered, reaching them with ease. Despite the pink flush in her cheeks and her windswept hair, she was in an insultingly better state then they were in.

Étienne groaned something incomprehensible before muttering a weak, "Thanks."

She let them rest for about five more minutes before clapping her hands together. "Alright, up, up, up! Time for dueling, guys!"

"No, please," Étienne begged and then looked up at her, his green eyes pleading. "Give us a longer break. Another ten minutes should be fine, right?" 

Esmerelda couldn't immediately respond to that because the second she registered his words, something funny was happening to her head. Her mind went fuzzy, as if her brain had turned into clouds and she was just pleasantly drifting off.

She shook it off a second later, feeling shaken. She glanced back at Étienne, who was staring at her almost expectantly.

"No," she answered carefully, watching as his face fell into a numb shock and disbelief. "Break time's over. Stand up, guys."

Cedric got up first and nudged Étienne with his foot when he didn't move. The younger boy seemed to snap out of his astonishment because he then rose to his feet. As the two started to duel each other, Esmerelda couldn't help but keep an eye on Étienne.

Whatever happened back there... it couldn't have been what she thought it was, right?

DAY SEVENTEEN

Just less than a week away from the Firs Task, Harry had asked to join the training session too.

"You want to join?" Esmerelda blinked in surprise.

The messy haired boy nodded. "I'd just like to try it out, see if it's for me. Cho told me about how you were helping Cedric get ready for the First Task and well, I'm desperate."

"Cho told you about this?" Cedric asked, his once easy-going smile becoming a little forced.

Harry seemed to understand what was wrong because his eyes widened a little. "Oh, uh, I-I mean... she mentioned it in passing. We just, er, ran into each other in the corridor and, er, well yeah..."

"Oh," Cedric replied, his smile still tight and his eyes pained.

Esmerelda and Étienne glanced uncomfortably at each other. Love triangles, they seemed to communicate to the other.

"S-so," Harry cleared his throat awkwardly and looked at Esmerelda pleadingly. "Can I? I really haven't gotten a clue on how to deal with the, er..." He glanced over at Étienne, unsure of whether he knew about the dragon or not, but decided not to risk it anyways. "About the First Task."

"You're welcome to join!" She said, all bright and chipper. The more people the better, plus, Harry would probably benefit from this the most since he was the one with the target on his back every damn year.

Fates, please give him a break, she thought despondently.

"You will suffer," Étienne warned him while Esmerelda shot him an incredulous look, as if she couldn't believing anyone would suffer under her training program.

"Are you really sure about this, Harry?" Cedric asked in concern. He may be the slightest bit jealous of him, but even he wouldn't want to wish Esmerelda's training program on anyone. No one deserved that hell. He was pretty sure Aurors would break down from the torture.

"Wha—why are you guys acting as if my training's awful! You're the ones who asked me to do this!" Esmerelda pouted.

"You are very... intense." Étienne said, grimacing.

She snorted. "Would you rather I be like Snape then?"

All three boys shuddered in response. Alright, so maybe they were a little wrong. Esmerelda was a far better mentor than Snape. Sure her training methods were... questionable, but at least she was kind to them and didn't berate them every second. He was pretty sure he and Étienne would've given up had it not been for Esmerelda's more upbeat exterior. Had she been cold and mean like Snape...

Smiling in satisfaction, she looked back at Harry. "You'll be fine. Just head back to your dorm and get dressed into something more appropriate for a workout. We'll stay out here and wait for you."

Harry gave her a grateful grin before hurrying back into the castle.

Cedric and Étienne shared despairing looks. When Harry returned, Esmerelda had them do their stretches before getting right into running.

"So," Cedric began as he bent down to touch his toes. "What exactly have you done so far to prepare for the dragons?"

"Nothing at all," Harry winced. "I've kinda been... procrastinating. It wasn't until Hermione told me I had four days left did I start to panic."

"Do you know if we're going to be facing just one dragon or—or is it a whole nest?" The older boy asked nervously.

"I-I haven't thought of that," Harry paled. "I don't think so though. I only saw four dragons... one for each of us, I'm sure..."

Cedric was about to ask him exactly how he saw the dragons until Esmerelda clapped her hands to call attention.

"Stretches are done! Get ready for running! Harry, don't worry. Cedric and Étienne will explain everything during the run." She got her timer out, her grin growing wide "Readyyyyyy...!"

As the three of them fell into place, Étienne warned Harry, "Get ready to run for it. Once she says 'go', she'll start shooting."

Harry gave him a lost look. "Erm, shooting?"

"Seeeeeet...!"

"Run like your life depends on it." Étienne said seriously.

"But wait—"

"—GOOOOOOO!" Esmerelda cheered, then immediately started blasting away with Stunning Spells.

"AAAHHH!" Harry covered his head and bent low as Cedric and Étienne darted passed him.

"Run, Harry, run!" One of them shouted and Harry obeyed.

"HAS SHE GONE MAD?!" He screamed, flinching every time he heard one of her spells hit a tree or the ground.

"This is how it works!" Cedric shouted back. "We've got to run five laps in under twenty-five minutes and we have to try and not get hit! If we fail in either of those, she'll add more laps!"

"That's insane!" Harry spluttered. "Five laps—! That's—that's gotta be like—"

"—Five kilometers, wek now! DUCK!"

"What?"

"DUCK!"

Harry ducked, but something whirled right over his head. Another Stunning Spell. He could hear Esmerelda snickering somewhere in the background.

What the bloody hell is this? He thought, breathing hard. He could already feel a stitch coming on the side of his stomach and he was nowhere near done with the first lap. Heck, he had literally just started a minute ago!

This was going to be torture.

Cedric and Étienne finished earlier than Harry, but that was understandable since they've been training like this for a lot longer than he was. Luckily for him, Esmerelda was understanding so she didn't punish him with additional laps or anything horrifying.

Much to his horror, during his five minute break, he actually discovered that that was just the warm up. He dreaded to think of what Esmerelda would put them through next. He wondered if she'd grow angry if he asked to leave...

"Duel time!" Esmerelda chirped as they all rose to their feet.

"Uh, there's more than two of us," Étienne pointed out. "How are we going to duel?"

Please don't tell me she's going to make one of us partner up with her, they all thought.

"Hmmm, good question... I guess I'll have you guys do a battle royale instead." She beamed.

"A battle royale?" He asked.

"A battle to the death where only the last one standing is the victor," she said, much to their growing horror. "But obviously I'm not gonna make you guys kill each other! No, just knock each other out, disarm, or whatever. And don't worry, I won't be joining in unless I'm bored with your performance."

They gulped.

"Harry," she called out and he almost jumped. "Do you know why it's important that you do this?"

"U-um," he racked his brain for the answer. "Because... because it could help you out in real life? I mean, there might be a situation where you're facing off against multiple opponents so..."

She regarded him in a calculating matter before smiling in satisfaction. "Good."

Weird. It was almost as if she was trying to prepare him for such a thing to happen. But when on Earth would he ever be put in that sort of situation anyways?

"Since Harry's probably not used to using non-verbal spells yet, I'll allow you guys to speak up." Esmerelda said, and Harry was thankful for that. As cool as non-verbal spellcasting was, he had never done it before but in his defense, no teachers have bothered to cover it yet. How Esmerelda knew it before it could even be taught, he had no clue.

Harry, Cedric, and Étienne stood in a triangular formation, facing off against one another with a good distance between them. Esmerelda stood off at the distance, an eager gleam in her eyes as she looked at each determined face.

"Aaaaaand START!"

Étienne and Cedric must have been terrified of the prospect of Esmerelda growing bored and joining in, because they upped the ante not even five minutes into the match.

"Bombarda!" Cedric shouted and wow, he was really going in for the kill because he just narrowly missed Harry who dove for the snow. The poor boy spat the cold snow out of his mouth and scrambled to his feet. Thankfully, he hadn't let go of his wand once or else he wouldn't have been able to cast protego to protect himself from Étienne's stunner.

"Impedimenta!" Harry shouted back, striking the boy dead-center. He didn't waste a second to turn his wand on Cedric next. Just when he was about to stun him, he suddenly heard a shout from behind:

"Langlock!"

It hit Harry. "Lllll?!" He let out a muffled cry of confusion as he felt his tongue stick itself onto the roof of his mouth. He was unable to say any spells. He turned to face his attacker only to see Étienne already dueling it out with Cedric.

Hold on, he thought. Hadn't he just hit him with the Impediment Jinx? He had turned away the second he shouted the incantation, but he was certain the spell had struck him.

In the corner of his eyes, he spotted Esmerelda's narrow-eyed stare on the aforementioned boy, as if she too had noticed what he had.

The battle royale ended two minutes later with Étienne as the victor. He had delivered a nice tarentellegra jinx on Cedric, who danced his way into the freezing cold water of the Great Lake. Esmerelda hauled him out of there and siphoned all the water out of his clothes before he could die of hypothermia.

By that time, Harry's tongue had finally dislodged itself from the roof of his mouth and he could talk again.

"You did great, Harry," she told him at the end of their session, slapping him on the shoulder. Harry's body hurt so much he nearly collapsed from the meager hit. "Though I noticed that you stopped fighting in the middle of the battle. Why was that?"

"Well, Étienne kinda jinxed my tongue to get stuck and I couldn't say any spells," he explained shortly. "Plus he and Cedric looked like they were trying to kill each other so..."

"Oh that's just 'cause they were afraid that I was going to step in," she said with a friendly smile, which was beginning to terrify him now. "They get really desperate to end the duel quickly so they get little vicious with each other. But anyways, even if you can't use any magic, it doesn't mean you should stop fighting. When you're in a life-or-death situation, it's best to do whatever you can to stay alive."

Harry nodded to her words, but he couldn't help but notice how she said 'when' and not 'if'. It was kind of concerning for him.

"R-right..." He said anxiously. "Hey, uh, I can understand why Cedric's doing this, but why Étienne?"

"He asked to join," she answered with a simple shrug, though she had a good feeling it was mostly because he felt left out. She and Cedric were his closest friends here in Hogwarts and they were so busy with preparations for the upcoming tasks that Étienne most likely felt abandoned.

It was a good thing she had him join in too, because then she wouldn't have noticed certain... peculiarities about him.

"But forget about that," she said dismissively. "How are you feeling?"

"Dead on my feet," he said bluntly. "You're absolutely bonkers."

"Good," she said with a pleased smile. "No use babying you guys. Are you gonna be joining us tomorrow?"

He winced. "My limbs will be jelly tomorrow and probably the days afterwards. I don't know how Cedric and Étienne could handle it for so long, but I think one day's enough for me."

Esmerelda nodded in understanding. She didn't feel disappointed by his decision, but she did feel a bit twinge of concern for him. Out of everyone in Hogwarts, he needed the intensive training the most in her opinion. He did have a ton of enemies and someone did purposely slip his name into the cup most likely in hopes that he would die. She wondered if he even understood the direness of his situation.

Either way, she couldn't exactly force him to continue training under her, so she had no choice but to accept his decision.

"My method of training isn't for everyone," she admitted, which was weird because she thought it was since Lou Ellen handled it pretty well and she was literally eleven when she first started, but oh well. Demigods were built more differently, plus it was literally 'survival of the fittest' for them. "But what are you going to do about the dragon now? The First Task is coming up in less than a week."

His face grew a little pale at the reminder. "I don't know," he gulped. "I'll just have to ask Hermione. She'll know what to do, she always does..."

"How about Ron? Can he help or is he still pissy with you?"

He snorted in disdain at the mention of the redhead. "He's acting like a complete tosser. You knew he threw his stinky sock at my face? He said it was an 'accident'. I nearly threw him out the window for it. Accident my arse. What's it got to take to make that bloke believe me?!"

"You nearly dying, probably."

"Sod off! I'm not going to nearly kill myself to a point to him! He can go screw it for all I care! Who needs him anyways."

"Totally not you," she said inwardly snorting. "Come on, enough about Ron. Dinner's gonna start soon and I'm sure you'd like something to eat after working your butt off for the last several hours." She patted him on the shoulder and ushered him out of the snow.

DAY 20

"Tomorrow's the First Task, isn't that exciting?" Esmerelda asked with a bright beam. They had just finished their dinner meal and were now heading back to the Hufflepuff dorms. Cedric was dragging his feet along, currently dreading of the idea of going to bed and waking up the next day for the First Task.

He looked upon her in horror. "I'm going to be facing a dragon, Essie, how could I be excited about that?"

"Dragons are kinda cute when they're not trying to eat you," she said, sighing wistfully as if she knew from personal experience... which was concerning. "I'm really jealous, though I doubt you're allowed to kill them. I'm pretty sure the dragon keepers would be upset if that happened."

"If I die, make sure to put peonies on my grave please," Cedric said, sounding completely resigned. "And tell my mum she that I want to be buried wearing my favorite sweater."

"Don't be so dramatic," she grinned in excitement. "You'll be fine."

(But as it turned out the next day, it wasn't him she needed to reassure)

— author's note —

* Oh mon Dieu, oh mon Dieu, oh mon Dieu = Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god

** On en est déjà à vingt minutes. Putain, je suis crevé. Nous n'allons jamais à le faire. Elle va ajouter plus de tours! = We're already at twenty minutes. I'm so fucking tired. We're never going to make it. She'll add more laps!

Look at the picture guys. The dude's shirt says 'dead boys club', get it, get it??? Cuz Cedric, Étienne, and Harry thought being trained under Essie would be nice and easy??? :D

Those poor boys. They're now officially part of the Dead Boys Club. Press F to pay respects. 😔 😔  😔

Cedric, Étienne, and Harry at the start of Essie's training:

Cedric, Étienne, and Harry at the end of Essie's training:

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE ANOTHER HC!!! It's gonna be headcanons of how some characters play Among Us... :)