The next day I come back to check on Katniss and we end up looking at her family book which is full of information about plants and herbal remedies. She asks me to draw the diagrams for her and I do, as she eats the cheese buns I brought her especially because I know they're her favourite.
It turns into a daily routine, I draw and she writes the facts and information about the plant. It's interesting because I learn so much as well as being able to spend time with her and doing my favourite hobby, so really it's great for me.
One day, I catch her looking at me intently as I'm colouring a pink blossom and I look up immediately, she starts and looks away embarrassed. I know that feeling, I think to myself and then I remember what Gale said. But I try not to hope for that too much so
say instead, "You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together."
"Yeah…nice for a change."
In the afternoons, we go downstairs and chat with her mother, or sit in the garden and once we iced some cakes together but usually she's staring at the TV, as if waiting for something.
Back at home, me and Leo will serve at the bakery and Jackson will cook in the back with my father. Mother doesn't come into the shop a lot but when she does it's usually to order everyone around, which gets annoying.
However, one particular evening she comes in just as we are closing up, telling us to get home because there's mandatory viewing tonight.
We all rush home after that, mother leading the way up to the Victors Village. Father lights the fire as soon as we get in and we position ourselves on the sofa.
I turn the TV on and we are greeted by Ceasar Flickerman who is talking to Cinna about the wedding. And then there are pictures floating across the screen. Pictures that hurt my eyes they are so beautiful.
In every one Katniss is smiling and laughing and posing in numerous gorgeous wedding gowns. My father's eyes well up and Leo nudges me and winks, which annoys me a bit but Jackson and mother couldn't seem to care less, just wanting him to get to the point.
He says that votes need to be cast by noon tomorrow for the deciding vote. How odd that Katniss can't chose her own wedding dress, how unfair really but I doubt she really cares anyway.
"So that's what we all rushed home fo-" Jackson is cut off.
"Stay tuned! That's right, this year is the Seventy-Fifth Anniversary of the Hunger Games, and that means it's time for our third quarter quell!" Ceasar hollers out.
"Oh God. I totally forgot." Groans my father.
"Wow, this should be interesting." Leo says, but doesn't look too pleased.
Jackson stays quiet and mother just lets out a sigh, "I remember the last one. Twice the number of tributes." She shivers. It's very unlike my mother to show emotion but clearly the second quell is something she'd rather not remember.
"It's only the reading of the card," I say, "how bad can it be?"
A/N Okay so that was a short one, but I just had to end it there. It seemed rather humorous