Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games
Nymphadora Blackwood looked out the window. It had been almost a year since she had killed the young boy, but the nightmares still plagued her every night. She hated every minute in the arena. Nymphadora sighed. She would have to watch another pair of children die. The only problem was, she was mentoring them. A knock on the door woke Nymphadora from her stupor. nymphadora's sister, Elizabella, entered the room.
"Nymphy, you have to come to dinner. Mom made eggs, your favorite!"
Nymphadora followed her sister down the grand staircase to the dining room, where their mom had eggs waiting for them.
"Well sweetie are you excited? You get to mentor tributes this year. How fun!'
Nymphadora just grumbled in response.
AN: Yay, my first story! The tribute form, guidelines, and tribute list are on my profile, so start submitting! This is not a first come first served story. I will choose my favorites. The deadline is December 15th. I will fill in any gaps with bloodbath tributes, so start submitting!
