A friend is just an enemy waiting to attack
Primrose woke with mist kissing her face. Literally.
Thresh was here.
Thresh's ghost, half mist, half color and solid, Thresh smiled as she opened blue eyes.
"Wake up. It's full moon. Werewolves will eat you."
"You're so lame" She said, throwing a lacy blue pillow at his head, he smiled as it sailed right through him, his entire form shimmered and rippled like a mirage.
"C'mon. And change. Marvel will get a kick out of you in pajamas"
"There called PJ's" she said, sounding all too little kid like.
"Just get ready." Thresh's stocky form and disappeared.
Prim changed into an old, faded grey tee shirt and lace up jacket. Combat boots and bow and arrow.
Slowing walking so the floor didn't creak, she walked past Haymitch's room and snoring brother Silas. She heard her mom mummer in her sleep and her father shift with unease.
She opened the door and steeped out onto her mother's carefully grown garden.
Even now she felt a chill, a tiny electric shiver she crawled up her spine when she saw the ghosts.
There about nineteen tonight, not counting the ten alive ones. Primrose recognized Orly and the twins from school. She nodded at them, and the twins nodded back.
Orly did some weird flirty thing with his eyebrows.
Traditional Beutaxon boy. The girls were no better.
Marvel was staring at her intently. She turned, trying not to look at him; his gaze was cold as ice. As fierce as dynamite, it was not warm and golden as Thresh's.
Thresh smiled at her.
"I see you're not in your quote-un-quote 'PJ's' "
"Shut up" Primrose's cheeks flared with salmon pink blush. Thresh was so tough on everyone else. Definitely Orly, Thresh hated Orly.
"Thresh" snapped Artemisia's voice. Her long silver hair floated in mid-air and curled like a halo. One of the pro's of being a ghost. Oblivious to the facts that you're dead.
"It's not smart to flirt with people who are still breathing" said Artemisia, ignoring all the wolf whistles of the other guys and Primrose's face flushed once again.
As the meeting started, Primrose looked at the moon. Simple and plain. It had no worries, no trouble. One day it would crumble to dust and float through silent breezes….if there were breezes in space.
She could hear distantly Artemisia saying there motto "A friend is an enemy who hasn't attacked yet."
That wasn't true about Thresh.
She knew that he was watching her right now, golden eyes filled with light that no other ghost had.
Every moon she had to go to these meetings. To these ticking time bombs.
To these Gathering of people who planned her parents death.