Commercial time. I forgot to mention last chapter that this is set as if the Tri-Wizard Tournament hadn't happened. Besides that, everything else is going to be close to canon. Hopefully. Thanks to the people who reviewed and favorited. I appreciate everything. It makes me happy. :3

Katniss' POV

I sat up on my bed with my head in my hands. Nightmares again. They had been happening more frequently lately, what with the Quarter Quell coming up. Seemed like every night I'd wake up screaming. Prim had been woken up more times than she'd be willing to admit.

I lay back down and pulled the blankets up by my neck. This one hadn't made me scream out, but it still scared me. I didn't want to be fighting against wizards. I rolled onto my side and thought about my dream. Since faceless girl had taken her wand, and with one flick of her wrist, killed me on the spot. I didn't even get a chance to fight back.

I rolled over on my back. After the nightmares, I couldn't get comfortable. My bed creaked and I heard the door to my bedroom open. Prim stood there, her blond hair tumbling down her back.

"Katniss? Are you okay?" she asked. Her soft footsteps padded across the floor and she crawled into bed with me.

I nodded and covered us up. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"I heard you crying through the wall. Was it another nightmare?" she asked.

I looped my arm around her shoulder and nodded again.

"Wanna tell me?" she asked.

"No. I don't wanna worry you." I pulled at a loose string on my blanket.

"Katniss, it won't worry me. Just tell me," Prim said.

I smiled weakly and told her. She sat and listened.

"Aw, Katniss. But didn't the Gamemakers say that some guy was going to help you pick a wand to help fight with?" She looked at me with those blue eyes. I smiled.

"Yeah. I believe that the words were 'the wand chooses the Wizard. Honorary our otherwise,'" I said with a bad British accent just to make Prim laugh. It worked.

I glanced over at the clock on the bedside table. It said, 4:30am. "Better head back to bed, little duck. Get some sleep." I nudged her gently.

"Okay, Katniss. Night." Prim kissed me on the cheek gently and padded out of the room. I laid back down and pulled the blankets up to my head.

'The wand chooses the wizard'... whatever that meant. I had a feeling that all this was some joke from Snow. Wizards didn't exist we thought. And now here Peeta and I are, preparing to fight them? The entire idea must've been thought of by a crackpot.

The man Snow had called Ollivander was coming to the Victor's Village to help Peeta and I pick our wands. Or should I say, have them choose us? I sighed.

With my luck, I'd end up breaking mine.

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Three hours of self-pity later, I was finally willing to face the day. Peeta and Haymitch were waiting outside the house for me. Haymitch was completely wasted as usual.

"Morning, sweetheart. Took you long enough," Haymitch said. His breath stank and he slurred when he spoke.

"Shut up." I walked ahead of them. My braid smacked my back as I walked.

"Katniss, what is up with you?" Peeta asked. He caught up to me and I shrugged.

"Can't I just have a day where I don't want to wake up?" I snapped.

"How much sleep did you get last night?" he asked.

"Honestly, not much." I stopped walking ahead of them and crossed my arms across my chest.

President Snow was in another house in the Village. The smell of roses was overwhelming. I nearly gagged. Peeta held the door open for me and Haymitch. Well, at least me. Haymitch fell; snoring even before he hit the ground. I nudged him with the toe of my boot. He snorted and slapped it away.

"Leave him. He's gonna be fine," Peeta said. I walked into the house, and to put on a show, I gripped Peeta's hand in my own. He squeezed it protectively.

"Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. How nice to see you both," Snow said. His was sugary sweet.

"Nice to see you, also, President Snow," Peeta said. "Isn't it, Katniss?"

I nodded once. Really, it wasn't nice to see him. Snow looked us over and his eyes came to rest on our entwined hands. He looked at them skeptically.

"Mr. Ollivander is in the sitting room. Please, show them to it." Snow waved to one of his guards to lead us even though we knew where it was; every house in the Victor's Village was built exactly the same.

Once we were there, we saw an old man with frizzy gray hair sitting comfortably in a chair. What seemed to be hundreds of boxes were scattered in piles throughout the room. He looked up and smiled; and the man began to stand up shakily.

"Hello, I am Garrick Ollivander, quality wandmaker. You must be Peeta and Katniss."

Peeta nodded. Mr. Ollivander slowly walked around the room and scrutinized the boxes of wands. He pulled one out of a stack and turned.

"Miss Everdeen, please, try this one. 12 inches, oak, core of dragon heartstring." He held the wand out to me and I took it gingerly. "Give it a twirl."

I did as he asked and a yellow light shot from the end, nearly hitting and burning a half-dead fern. Ollivander blinked rapidly.

"Nope. I'll take that back..." He put it back in the box and selected another. "Try this. 11 and one-half inches, slightly springy, vine wood, core of phoenix feather."

I twirled it again and this time, a slight stream of water came out of the tip. Ollivander smiled. "Perfect. Mr. Mellark? Miss Everdeen, you have your wand."

Peeta tentatively stepped forward as I held my wand. The wand itself was pretty, swirls were carved in the wood by the end I held.

"Mr. Ollivander," I said suddenly. "What does it mean, the wand chooses the wizard?"

"Wands know which witch or wizard they are most suited for," Ollivander said simply.

That made me even more confused. Ollivander pulled out a box and held the wand out to Peeta.

"Apple wood, 10 and one-fourth inches, unicorn hair. Firm." Peeta took the wand, squinted his eyes, and waved the wand. It shot what looked to be fireworks. A red one went over Ollivander's head, almost burning his hair. He squeaked and ducked.

Peeta put the wand on a end table quickly. Ollivander selected another box.

"Alder, 13 inches, phoenix feather." Peeta waved it and a steady string of sparks flew out. Ollivander smiled again.

"Did it work?" Peeta asked.

"Like a charm, Mr. Mellark. Congratulations, both of you. You're both ready to fight wizards in the Quell."

This was a hard chapter to write. It's hard to think of the wand woods and cores. This was fun, though. R&R, I loves it all! :3