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The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow across your room. you blinked away the remnants of sleep, my body heavy with the weight of impending dread. Reaping day an obligation cloaked in Capitol extravagance loomed ahead, a day that irked you more than any other.
You pushed back the white duvet, its warmth a fleeting comfort, and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. The marble floor felt cool against your bare feet, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room. With a deep breath, you stood and headed to your restroom, the whispers of yesterday's bruises still haunting your skin.
The mirror reflected a girl you hardly recognized. Dark circles beneath your eyes told stories of sleepless nights, while a careful hand traced over your face, applying makeup as a shield. Concealer masked the fading marks, a desperate attempt to hide the evidence of your stepfather's wrath.
Each dab of foundation, each sweep of powder, was a ritual, a facade of perfection in a world tainted by secrets. you forced a smile onto my lips, a practiced gesture to cloak the turmoil within.
The black dress with a white trim, chosen for its delicate elegance, hung by the wardrobe. A symbol of Capitol fashion, yet its weight felt heavier than lead. Slipping into it, you adjusted the fabric. A glance in the mirror revealed a girl adorned in pretense, a mask to appease the Capitol's gaze.
Reaping day a day meant for celebration, but loomed over you like a tiresome chore. Your stomach churned with unease, and you clasped your hands, bracing for the inevitable.
With a final glance in the mirror, you steeled yourself, summoning all the composure left in you. you straightened your posture, swallowing the bitterness that threatened to consume me. an unwilling participant in the Capitol's elaborate theatrics.
The morning air held a crispness that matched your apprehension as you made your way to the Academy. You navigated through the entrance adorned with somber black drapes, your steps echoing down the arched corridor. The pathway led you to the grand Heavensbee Hall, where the reaping ceremony's broadcast awaited. Despite your punctuality, the hall buzzed with activity—faculty, students, and a handful of Games officials.
you maneuvered through the throng of students flooding Heavensbee Hall, the anticipation of the day's events adding a frantic energy to the air. Amidst the sea of faces, you searched for Coriolanus. Spotting him across the crowded hall, you made your way toward the familiar silhouette. He stood amidst a small group, his presence commanding attention even amidst the bustling crowd. Satyria, her vibrant presence lighting up the group, stood beside him.
Coriolanus Snow, a steadfast presence in this sea of luxury and opulence. As you approached Satyria was the first to notice you, her drawl echoed across the bustling hall, A smile curved on your lips as you approached, reciprocating her kiss on the cheek, the faint scent of posca lingering in the air. "Ah, my dear y/n," she remarked, her hands resting lightly on your shoulders, her gaze sweeping over me. "Always a vision." Satyria's compliment, though a bit much, felt genuine amid the day's facade. you nodded in thanks, catching the mix of playful banter and the way she slurred her speech. Turning your attention to Coriolanus, his knowing look greeted you. His whispered acknowledgment brought a smirk to your lips, a silent understanding shared between the two of you. "Coryo," you greeted in a hushed tone, a playful twinkle in your eyes. He leaned in slightly, his voice a discreet murmur. "Right on time as always, y/n," a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.
your exchange was brief before we were approached by Arachne Crane, Festus Creed, and Felix Ravinstill. Arachne, with her piercing gaze, greeted you with a curt nod. Festus offered a small smile. Felix, however, sauntered over with a confident grin, his eyes locking onto yours."y/n," he greeted, his eyes alight with mischief. "You're as captivating as ever." you chuckled, charmed by his words. "You never run out of compliments, do you, Felix?" Coriolanus observed your banter with a raised eyebrow, while Festus chuckled and chimed in, diverting the conversation toward today's events, for the first time the tributes were to be assigned mentors. Twenty-four of the Academy’s best and brightest seniors had been tapped for the job. Sadly for you, your only a junior and can't participate in this year's “festivities”
Lost in your thoughts, you snapped back to reality at the sound of a ringing bell, signaling the assembly of your fellow students at the front of the dais. "I guess it’s time to assign us tributes," Arachne muttered, her voice tinged with boredom. In the midst of the commotion, you reached out and grabbed Coriolanus's hand. "Good luck, Corio," you said, a note of hope in your tone. He offered a small, appreciative smile in return before making his way to take his seat. You hurried to the sidelines, joining Dr. Gual who shot you a pointed look, and with a raised eyebrow, she asked, "Feeling a tad late, but fate won't?" you blinked for a moment, then hastily added, "Wait" She couldn't contain her giggle “smart girl” she added before, Dean Highbottom began the roster: Senjanus secured the boy from District Two, an unsurprising match given his background. Felix landed a sick girl from District 11. But the real blow landed when Coriolanus got matched with the girl from District 12. It was a tough draw, arguably the worst pick of them all.
you made a move toward Coriolanus and Senjanus, their somber expressions mirroring the weight of their assigned roles, but Dr. Gual intercept ed, seizing your hand with a firm grip. " Piles to tackle, can't delay,Busy hands can't go astray, " she quipped, tugging you away. you released a defeated sigh, reluctantly following her back to her lab. Dr. Gual had taken an interest in you since you arrived at the Academy, recognizing you as Alistair Royce's dau ghter, left fatherless after the war. She'd been your guiding force, pushing you to excel academically. Her quirks if you can even call them that made her company oddly comforting to you. She became the caretaker you sorely needed, shaping you into the person you are today.
Even though you couldn't mentor a tribute this year, Dr. Gual had a different plan for you. She granted you the opportunity to assist in the game-making process, a deviation from the usual mentorship. It was a chance to be involved, to contribute in a different way to the upcoming Hunger Games.