OKAY, so this is a little different...ha..hahaha. And the first Effie/Snow fic, I do believe.

This one came out of left field, but it's not completely AU, okay, I know, calm down, let me explain my (warped) reasoning for this story...
In my head, the timeline goes something like it's 70 years ago, roughly around the times of the 5th Hunger Games, and Effie is 10 and Snow, who I've named Ezra, is 15. Without giving too much of the story away, they meet, and it's going to turn into a romance. I know in the books she was young, and he was an old dude, but it didn't seem like a far stretch that the Capitol would have ways to keep Effie young and spry...right? RIGHT?

I'm really curious about what people think of this. Any questions and you can PM me, if there are any major mistakes with dates, let me know, I was going off memory.

And, of course, all is Suzanne Collins, I don't own none of this.

Phases of Snow

The Boy With the Plums

The first time Effie Trinket saw Ezra Snow she was ten and he was fifteen years old.

And she didn't really pay a lot of attention to him, only noticed that he bought the last jar of candied plums; and she had to have that jar, because her mother had asked for them. She had asked for them, and Effie knew if she didn't bring them home then things would be bad that day. Very bad.

Effie didn't really want to go over and talk to him; she hated talking to people, especially ones she didn't know. When her mother had good days she always told Effie that she was "socially reclusive to a point of concern", but Effie took a big breath, and made her way over to the boy.

"Excuse me." She said, knowing how small her voice sounded, and that she was going to have to make it louder if she wanted him to hear her.

"Excuse me!"

He turned around, and she was surprised at the amount of disdain on his face.

She turned her face down a mumbled something incomprehensive.

"Sorry?" He said.

"I said, ."

"One more time."

"That's the last jar of plums and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind letting me have them!" She realized she was nearly shouting, but was so exasperated with the situation at that point she didn't care.

His face changed to one of amusement, cool and detached, but amusement none the less. "Listen, I know you people expect others to pay for you," And that's when Effie heard the snickering, and saw that behind the Boy with the Plums, was a group of his friends. And they were from the east side of the Capitol. "But I am simply not going to do it."

Effie felt indignant. "I don't want you to pay for me, I just want the plums!"

He scoffed.

"Here, I'll trade you." She said, and Effie did something she had never done before, never thought she would ever do. She reached to his left, noting his flinching as if she was going to touch him, and neatly grabbed an egg from one of the cartons. Effie proceeded to surprise everyone there by cracking it over his head.

She took advantage of his momentary shock by grabbing the plums out of his hands, and threw change to the worker before anyone could stop her.

"Hope you like your eggs sunny side up!" She called over her shoulder.

"It's too bloody bad they don't have a reaping for that lot." He said, trying to salvage his pride.