Inspired by the book Howards End, one of my favourite novels in the world by E. M. Forster. I won't tell you what it is about, you can search that up for yourselves but it is set in London 1910 in the 20th century revolving around the lives of three families. I have altered some facts to fit into the Hunger Games AU so it will be about the Mellarks, Everdeens and Hawthornes which take the forms of upper-class, middle-class and lower-class backgrounds. Enjoy.

Primrose threw a newspaper in front of Katniss in disbelief.

"Can you believe it?!"

The elder sister raised an eyebrow, looking through its contents. "The Mellarks' money increased within the week of... How much?!"

Primrose scoffed, nodding. "Indeed, Kat. Can you believe that we'd met them in the Capitol? It shocks me, honestly, it does! To see that there's such a divide between our families."

"Prim, we're pretty well off, if I do say so myself. We have enough to live decades, dear sister. Calm yourself."

The blonde blew out a puff of air, sitting down in her favourite armchair. "I guess our allowances do provide enough sustenance."

She watched as one of their maids entered the room with their morning mail. "Here you are, Miss Everdeen. And here you are, Ms Everdeen."

Katniss smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Linda." She flicked through them. "Aunt Hannah, Aunt Hannah - Oh, bloody hell!"

"What? What is it? Bills? But we just-"

"Mellarks. Mr Mellark wishes us both to Merchant's Close."

Prim's mouth widened as she threw her own post onto the dining table to look over Katniss' shoulder. "Since their allowances have increased, I'd imagined that they would invite us over. But we barely know their kind!"

Katniss shushed her, reading the contents of the letter. "Invite you Ms and Miss... Merchant's Close... My wife and I would love... Our sons Rye, Scotti and Peeta would love to meet... This weekend, if possible... Write back with an immediate response!"

"Linda!" Prim called out, waving the maid inside. "Get Ms Everdeen's parchment paper and the good fountain pen, please."

"Yes, Miss," Linda bowed, immediately rushing off.

Katniss shook her head, opening their aunt's letters too. "We have to go. We need to find you a suitor sooner or later, dear Prim."

Primrose rolled her eyes. "And you, dear Kat. You mustn't be a spinster forever, you know?" She gathered her dress and sat back down with her knitting and post. "Imagine it. I can marry Peeta. The boy's only four years older - your age."

Katniss scowled. "Nothing of the sort! And he's already married. If he was to marry any of us, it would be me. We got on really well in the Capitol." A smile played on her lips. "Until he told me he was engaged to be married into the Cartwright family." The scowl returned but sourer than before.

The blonde giggled. "Ah, the jealousy's not a nice colour on you, Kat, my dear. What does dear Aunt Hannah's letter say?"

Katniss sighed, reading it. Her face fell and she closed her eyes. "Influenza, Primrose. She's come down very ill - they ought to send her here by tomorrow evening."

"Oh." Prim frowned. "What about the Mellarks?"

"I'd write-" Linda returned with the paper and pen. "Thank you, Linda. Make a pot of tea small enough for Miss Everdeen and me."

Linda bowed. "Yes, Miss."

Katniss continued her sentence, pen and paper at the ready. "I'd write with regret and explain Aunt Hannah's influenza. They would surely understand. Or... You could go alone! Mrs Mellark is nice, sure but I believe that she's taken to travel France or was it, Africa? No, Mr Mellark's eldest - Rye - went to Africa, dropping his mother along the way. You'd be with Mr Mellark and his two younger sons. They do not have any daughters apart from in-laws in the form of Peeta's wife and Scotti's wife. Delly and Madge are nice people, really. And Mrs Mellark would return by Sunday to keep you company if needed."

Prim pouted. "We should go together but I guess Aunt Hannah's really unwell. I will go and pack then. Oh, do look after yourself when I am away."

"I should be saying that to you as the elder sister. We do not know these people properly, Primrose. But I guess catching influenza would be twice as risky..." Katniss sighed. "I've written both letters. One letter to the Mellarks confirming your attendance on Saturday morning and one to Aunt Hannah's keeper, confirming her travels for tomorrow. You must pack now, I'll prepare the room for Hannah."

Primrose stood, kissing her sister's head before leaving the room. Katniss felt a litter disheartened but she had a feeling that their lives were about to change.

And probably not for the good.