Chapter 1
Reaping day
Its my first reaping where Im eligible, not that it matters, we never get picked, the ministry of magic casts a charm to make it, although not impossible, unlikely for a witch or wizard to get picked. Sure, we have higher odds of survival, but also higher odds of an engineered death. Magic scares people, so less sponsors and more hatred. No witch or wizard has been reaped before. Not even uncle Harry, and trouble doesnt just find him, it chases him around. Still, we take the hogwarts express home, to veiw our champions. Wow, so exiting, only its not, I don't even care enough to know what district im in, so I certainly don't care about which random stranger is going to die. I only come as it's a chance to see mum and dad. The journey to my district is long (as usual) and I chat to my friends (as usual) and when the trolly comes I get chocolate frogs (as usual). Then my brother Fred, my cousins Albus and Rose and James and i, find my two first year cousins Lily and Hugo and we leave the train together. Almost immediately, my mom and dad stroll up, I have my dads pale, freckled face and my mums dark hair and eyes, whereas, in contrast, my brother has Weasley red hair, but his face is in the middle of mums chocolate skin and dad's pale complexion. "reaping day!" My mum laughs, attracting incredulous glares from a worried looking couple with twins that look about 12, it must be their first reaping. I know what's coming next, my dad smiles "happy hunger games" my dad jokes, in a reasonable impression of a capitol accent.
"And may the odds be ever in your favour".we all chorus back.
"Well," adds my mum, "they may not be in your favour, but they are certainly in your flavour" she grins, as she leads us into our favourite reastraunt