A/N Sorry for the lack of updates! Not only did I need time to absorb Mockingjay (for the record, I loved it. So please no MJ bashing in the reviews ) and then school started. Ugh. Well, I'm back! And the next couple of updates were written before MJ's release, so no spoilers. Also, I went through my reviews and added a note to the end of each chapter of Moments saying whether it was a response to a prompt or not. So thank you for all the prompts and reviews!

Also (and yes, I know this is late), sadly I didn't win anything in the The Hunger Games Awards… thing (LOL), but thank you to those you nominated me for categories, and congratulations to the winners!

This scene: Post-CF President Snow pays the captured Peeta a visit

President Snow

I sit in my plush, deep-seated armchair in my office and raise my eyes to Winst, standing at attention in front of me. I finger the rose on my lapel, lifting it to my nose, feeling its silky petals beneath my fingertips.

"District 12 has been dealt with, I hope?"

"Yes President," he stutters, a bead of sweat sliding down the side of his neck. I hand him a handkerchief and he pats his face abashedly. "Sorry President, I'm-"

"New," I finish coolly. 'And the rebels? They're being held securely?"

"Yes sir, if you'd like-"

"I think I'll take a look," I say, rising. "Go, and bring Thread."

He bows, stutters some nonsense about it being an honour and hurries out, tripping on the carpet as he goes. Fool.

I rub the spot above my eyebrow where a headache is starting up as I walk briskly to the elevator and press the correct button. These rebels… Of course, they don't pose much of a threat, but the fact alone that there are uprisings is enough. How dare they? I want to demand. To fight against us! After we've given them security and shown them mercy for more than 75 years! The nerve. And it all started with little grey-eyed Katniss Everdeen, defiant and fierce and in love. Thankfully, the citizens of the Capitol happily eat up all that garbage, so long as they have their succulent meals, make-up, and feathers. Of course, there are the bright exceptions, but they were easy enough to weed out. Like that Cinna character. A shame, really, he had seemed so promising. Alas.

The elevator stops on the 1st floor and Romulus Thread steps in.

"President Snow." He inclines his head. "Going to view the prisoners, sir?"

"One of them, for now," I reply. "What do you think of Winst, Thread?" I ask. The best way to keep higher-ranked officers in check is to make them feel trusted, to make them feel as though their opinions matter in the greater scheme of things. And Thread has been a useful tool, keeping order in Distrct 12. Whipping the Hawthorne boy was a stroke of genius on my part, but Thread executed it nicely. Of course, the boy survived. But not all can go as planned.

"Winst is an idiot," Thread says disparagingly. "He talks too much."

"Does he have a family?" I pride myself on knowing the backgrounds and lives of all of my officers, but Winst is new.

"Married sir," Thread replies promptly. "With a daughter."

"Kill them both- no," I correct myself. "How old is the daughter?"

"Ten, sir."

"Turn her into an Avox. Give her to Dardley."

"Yes sir," Thread answers, noting my instructions down as the elevator slows to a halt. He steps back to allow me to exit first and I follow the winding corridor to door 14. Thread unlocks the door for me, and I stride in.

The room is small and bright. The boy sits on the bed, quite still, blue eyes fixed on me as I walk in. I jerk my head to Thread, ordering him out. He hesitates.

"Sir, are you sure-"

I move back my jacket and pat the handle of my pistol. "He'll cooperate. Stay outside."

When he's gone, I regard the boy.

"It doesn't matter whether we kill you or not," I inform the boy. "She will die in the end."

He says nothing, just stares at me with surprisingly empty eyes. A good liar, a good actor, this Mellark child. A pity he refuses to join our side. He would be a worthy asset, for a time, But they're all disposable, replaceable, expendable. In the end, there is only myself and Katniss Everdeen.

"Your district is gone, your family is dead, your girl is with her cousin, and yet you still resist," I muse thoughtfully. A muscle twitches in his jaw at the word "cousin" and I allow myself a faint smile. Ah, Katniss Everdeen. She seems to be everyone's weakness. And weaknesses are important, the little chinks in people's armour. I walk slowly to him and lean down, putting my lips close to his ear. His shoulder shudders slightly under my hand. "You will break, eventually, Peeta Mellark. One way or another. Give her up while you still have a tongue to speak with, and a mind to think with." I rise and walk to the door, but look back at him before I leave. "Tell me now, and I'll spare you the agony of a Capitol interrogation."

"Goodbye, President Snow," he says, lying down slowly. "It's been a nice chat."

I shut the door and look at Thread.

"Start working on Mellark. And don't forget about Winst."

"Yes sir."

In my office, I smile.

Prompt: For HalfHope, who requested anything by President Snow's POV.