Katniss' POV
"Hello?" I ask, it's a hot summer night in District 12, and I'm home alone in Victor's Village, Peeta's at the bakery and the kids are at Haymitch's. Most nights are like this. When I heard the knock, I thought it might be some one from the Seam or Peeta coming home early. Instead, it's a strange looking man with purple robes with stars and a long, floor length white beard. "Hello, Mrs. Mellark, is it?" He asks, the man has a kind voice and twinkling blue eyes. He looks old and aged, not some one from the Capitol. "Yes, this is she." I say, "Can I help you?" I try not to come off as rude, but we've been getting lots of scouts trying to get my kids to go to fancy schools in District 1, 2, 4, or even in the Capitol. "I'm here about your daughter, Elizabeth Rue Mellark, is this the right home?"
"Yes, but she is not home right now. Is this for a school?" I ask
"It is indeed. But not what you're thinking."
"Oh?"
"This may sound odd, but you're daughter is a witch. Or a female wizard." He says. Good Lord, what will the Capitol come up with next? "I am a wizard, you're daughter belongs in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He says.
"I'm sorry bu-"
"I'm sorry, has your daughter ever done some thing odd? Or out of the ordinary?" He asks, cutting me off. My jaw falls open and I remember a few times, one winter night when she complained about the snow, it simply stopped snowing on her. The snow flakes in her raven hair melted and wherever she walked it seemed like there was a force field around her. Or another time, during the spring when we were in the woods and she plucked flowers from the Earth, and they seemed to open and close at her will. "Y-yes." I ask, at loss for words. "I think we outta get her from wherever she is, she turned eleven last Christmas, correct?"
"What?"
"You don't know what Christmas is do you? Oh, well, the 25th of December."
"Yes, she did."
"Then it is time for her to come to school. Our school is in Scotland, I can personally take her and help her exchange her muggle money for our currency so she can buy her things and be to Hogwarts next month. I don't think money will be an issue for her?" He asks, his eyes wondering around Victor's Village.
"No- what's a muggle?"
"Sorry, some one like you, non-magical." He says with a smile.
"Oh."
"Don't worry Mrs. Mellark, I have a feeling young Elizabeth with fit in just fine." He says, his blue eyes remind of some one else's. Who spoke wise, calm words to me. Words beyond her age.