a/n Hello! there is seneffie in this chapter and practically no hayffie, sorry but I needed to introduce the kids!:) I hope you enjoy it anyway and I will update this and 'It's Much Less Picturesque' soon!:)

Upon finally waking from their slumber, the prep team and designers decided to join the rest of the team for breakfast. At 10pm, everyone was sat at the table and discussing the capitol, strategies for the games and panem scandal.
"So Effie." Flavius said slowly. Today the look was completed with his trademark orange corkscrew curls, bright eyeliner and equally as bright suit. "What's this I hear about you and head game maker, the oh-so-gorgeous Seneca Crane?" He asked with a smile on his face and a quizzical tone to his voice.
The table went quite quiet and Effie blushed. They had known each other since they were 5. During their teenage years, she and Seneca had gotten together. Recently, they had started speaking again; but, of course, the press had picked up on their contact- and it was all over the tabloid magazines for weeks. It's true that Effie found him very attractive with his bright eyes and almost black hair. His beard was also a favourite among women, especially as it showed off his jaw bone. But they were nothing more than best friends- with even better benefits maybe- but she'd keep that quiet from the table.
"Oh, nothing dear! It's all rumours!" Effie said quickly, a smile and a laugh plastered onto her made-up face. Flavius looked un-convinced as he 'hmm'd' a response.
The doorbell rang out and everyone looked but no-one moved. Effie groaned.
"Oh my word, I forgot to say! My niece and nephew are coming to visit." The look of despair on the district 12 residents confirmed her suspicions. She smiled apologetically and got up to answer the door.
"Effie, Effie, Effie!" An energetic young girl pounced into her auntie's arms. She had natural blonde hair and blue-grey eyes. Her clothing was simple, yet fashionable- with her summery pink dress hitting her knees and buckled brown boots only ankle-high. Her face was beginning to become structured and it was no doubt she was the cutest 6-year-old around, verging on pretty- she was certain to become as gorgeous as Effie was.
"Rosaline! How are you?" Effie could not stop herself from smiling like the Cheshire Cat when the child replied, "good thank-you." Whilst hugging her tighter and nuzzling her face into Effie's neck. Kissing her in her flowing hair, Effie put Rosaline down onto the floor and looked up at her nephew.
"Hello Christian." She smiled at the 14 year old. Not yet as moody as most teenagers he flashed a grin back. He was very handsome, light brown hair made more golden by natural blonde streaks- it was fairly short. The only products used in it were gel, to style a ruffled-out-of-bed look with a upward effect. It suited his face as a strong jaw and high cheekbones structured him and made him look older than he actually was. Wearing a thin, white shirt with a v-neck collar; you could tell he was very muscular. His trousers were dark blue, skinny jeans with a low waist, but only low enough to see his 'Calvin Klein' stitched on his boxers. With the same eyes as his sister, you could tell they were siblings, and also from the capitol. However only because of the quality of their clothes not the craziness.
Effie opened the door wider to let them in, and then approached the 4 avoxs carrying 2 large suitcases behind the boy. That was an awful lot of luggage for a nights stay.
"Did my mother say anything about how long the children will be staying?" Effie asked one politely. As a mute shook their head, Effie's heart sank. She had the tributes to cater for. Never mind her relations, she had to take care of Haymitch and keep up her reputation at the same time.
Grabbing her phone out of her pocket, Effie rang her mother, to receive no answer. She left a voicemail enquiring Rosaline and Christian, praying she would ring back soon.