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Katniss wanted to know all about the ball the next day as they started to clean up after the party. Today, they had to wash all the silverware, a massive undertaking for two women. Annie dutifully answered all of her questions about the food, dresses, music, and dancing, but Katniss could tell something was wrong. Remembering Annie's slip of the tongue the night before, Katniss thought she could guess what was bothering her friend. "A boy?" she asked.

Annie nodded. She had not stopped thinking about Finnick all morning. It physically hurt to think that she would probably never see him again, and if she did, she would have to pretend they had never met before. "Tell me about him," said Katniss quietly.

Annie told her all about Finnick, how they had danced the evening away together. Katniss listened patiently, asking a clarifying question once in a while. Only after Annie was finished did she remark, "Sounds like true love to me."

That phrase seemed to suck the air from Annie's lungs. She had thought about friendship and even a stronger relationship, but had not even considered love yet. Was that what she felt for Finnick? She certainly cared about him, could it be something more? Annie quickly shunted that thought away. She had only known him for less than a day. You had to really know someone before you could be in love with them. Her feelings didn't matter. Nothing was ever going to happen between her and Finnick.

She had been content for years as a servant. Maybe not perfectly happy, but content. Her one night of luxury must have spoiled her. Annie promised herself she would be back to normal soon. She had wonderful friends, a good job, and some security in life. That was all she needed to be happy.

Annie realized she had been taking out her frustrations on the same piece of cutlery for several minutes. She put it down and replaced it with another piece. Back to life as normal, she thought.

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Finnick grunted as Peeta scored another hit on him. Usually, he beat Peeta when they fenced, but today he had lost every round. "Are you okay?" his friend asked.

"He's fine," interjected Johanna. "He's just all confused by that girl he met last night. Hasn't had anybody turn him down before." Finnick tried to glare at Johanna, but he couldn't be angry at her. Everything she said was true. Somehow, in the space of a few short hours, Annie had become an important part of his life. Even more suddenly, she had rejected him. Finnick didn't understand why. He was sure that she had been enjoying herself just as much as he had.

A greater mystery was who exactly Annie was. She had not stayed for the unmasking at the end of the evening, so Finnick had never seen her face. He had inquired with his stepmother Enobaria about the young woman, but she knew of no women of noble birth in Panem named Annie. He had also asked Cashmere. She did not know any Annies either, but had promised to ask around. Finnick thought it was unlikely that anyone knew here. If both Cashmere and Enobaria were unaware of a noble lady in Panem, she probably did not exist. Annie must be a false name. He tried to think of reasons why she would provide a false name, but the only possibilities he came up with made him feel sick. Annie could be a saboteur or a spy. He dismissed this, as a spy would try to push him for more information, and Annie had not wanted to see him again. More likely was that she was a married woman who saw the masquerade as a chance to slip away from her husband and have some fun without dirtying her family name. Finnick was more than happy to oblige usually, but given the emotional connection he had quickly developed with Annie, the thought of her being married to another man upset him greatly.

Peeta had picked up on his friend's mood and wanted to help. "Why don't you ask Mags about this Annie character?" he suggested. Since the death of Finnick's mother fifteen years ago, the sorceress had treated the young prince as her own son. She was more of a mother to him than Enobaria would ever be.

Finnick thanked Peeta for the idea and rushed to the sorceress's chambers. Mags would be willing to help him, and with her magic on his side, Annie could not stay hidden for long. He had just raised his hand to knock when the door swung open to reveal the wizened old woman.

"Finnick, love, do come in," she gestured to a cozy sitting area. Finnick sat down on one of the couches and waited for Mags to do the same. "What can I do for you today, my young prince?" she asked.

Finnick was unsure of what to say. If Annie wanted to stay hidden, he should not follow her. He thought back to the night before. Annie had definitely wanted to see him again, but something was stopping her. He had to be sure she was all right. "Last night, I met a girl at the ball," he started. "She was wonderful, and I want to see her again, but I don't know where to find her. I was wondering if you could help me." Mags smiled. She was so happy to see Finnick in love.

"Can you describe this young woman to me? I think I'll have a bit of a hard time finding her with only wonderful to go off of." Mags winked at him.

"She was very beautiful, with deep brown hair and green eyes. She was around average height for a woman, but slender. She introduced herself as Annie, but I don't think that it was her real name." Finnick sighed. He wished that she had stayed for the unmasking. He could not describe the woman who had captured his heart in any more detail because the mask had blocked her features.

"Was she wearing a green dress?" Mags asked. Finnick was startled. How could she have known what Annie had been wearing? He knew that Mags hated Enobaria's parties and had not attended last night.

"How did you know?" he asked after a moment.

"Pretty girls with green eyes should wear green dresses. Highlights their complexions." Finnick suspected that Mags knew more than she was telling him, but he knew better than to press the sorceress for more information. "I think I might know where to find your young lady Finnick. Let me examine some of the manuscripts, and I will have your answer as soon as possible."Finnick thanked the woman and excused himself.

After he shut the door, Mags sat at her desk for a long moment thinking. She should have seen this coming. Annie and Finnick would make such a lovely couple if she could find a way for them to be together. There had to be something that she could do for the pair. Annie's low birth should not stand in the way of true love. Mags opened one of her books, intent on finding a solution.

A/N: In case you couldn't tell, I love Mags. In my headcannon, she is the biggest Odesta shipper of them all. On a completely unrelated note, you guys are awesome! It's fantastic to see how many people have been reading this! Please, if you want to see something specific, or want to let me know about any spelling or grammar changes I should make, leave me a review or message me. I'm about the least threatening person I know, I am interested in constructive criticism, and I'd love to know what you guys think of the story. Thanks for reading!