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Chapter 37

Octavian August Has Decided That All These Tributes Suck At Being Tributes

Jason stated down at the boy, waiting for him to pull off another ridiculously stubborn tactic.

The boy just stared at him.

Jason took a deep breath, deciding that he finally won that stupid fight, when the force of an eleven-year-old girl slammed into him. He stumbled to the side a little bit, but it wasn't enough for the other boy to escape.

The sharp stone thing thrusted into his eyes was.

Jason automatically dropped his sword and grabbed at his eyes. Whoever had attacked him fell down to the ground, but he decided he didn't want to find out.

So he took off in the direction of where he last saw his allies.

Harry stood up and held a hand out to Miri.

"That was seriously cool," he said.

"Thank you. Got the other male tribute in the eye too." Miri leaned on Harry, putting no weight on her bad leg.

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked, looking around.

"I don't know," Miri replied. "I was barely holding my own."

"Barely holding your own?" Harry repeated. "Miri, you were amazing."

Miri blushed. "Wasn't much help to Hermione though. Who knows what could have happened to her? At least we know she's still alive, or a cannon would have went off."

"I can't believe no cannons went off at all," Harry muttered. "That was a crazy fight."

"I know." Miri agreed. "Without Hermione, we'll need another way to get clean water. We should look for another source."

Harry nodded. "Alright. Let's keep moving."

"She got you too, huh?" Flynn asked when he saw Jason arrive, hands over one of his eyes.

"Was that the bushy-haired girl?" Jason asked. "I didn't actually see her."

"No," Wanda replied, leading Jason to their temporary hiding place in the rocks. "It was the small one."

"You're kidding," Jason replied.

"Nope," Flynn confirmed. "I've only met one - maybe two - people with that type of fire before."

"Us?" Jason asked.

Flynn shook his head. "Wanda, maybe. But I was actually thinking of my girlfriend. She's a sweetheart, but she's been known to take people down with frying pans before."

"I'm wondering if maybe I should have had her learn to fight," Olana admitted over dinner with Minerva.

Minerva smiled. "I think she learned fine on her own. How many sponsors have you been getting from this?"

"Too many to count," Olana replied. "I've been looking into medical supplies, now that they're all cut up, but I'm not sure about that. I don't really know, honestly."

"I think rope would be most beneficial," Minerva suggested. "You did say her trap making skills were decent. They need food, and this would be a good way for them to get some."

Olana nodded. "You're right. I'll confirm with Sisela - though why I have to go through her is beyond me."

"Actually, may I suggest something else."

Olana turned to see Albus enter the room, wearing his usual sky blue escort outfit.

Minerva frowned. "And what would that be?"

"Nothing," Harry commented. He stopped and sat down on a rock, helping Miri sit down as well.

"There has to be something here that can be a source of water," Miri muttered. She frowned. "This dirt here - it looks like it's been dug up. I wonder if..." She lowered herself to the ground and began digging. It wasn't long before she discovered a small pool of water.

"Underground water!" Miri said, taking a big gulp of water. "Though not much of it."

Harry kneeled down next to the water. "I hope it's clean. I don't know how to tell."

Miri took another gulp. "Me neither. I'm too thirsty to care."

Harry and Miri drank out of the water until it was gone, and then buried it again. "

I hope there's more," Harry muttered.

Miri nodded. "Maybe- another white parachute!"

Harry smiled. "This keeps getting better and better."

He stood up and grabbed it before it hit the ground.

"What is it?" Miri asked.

"Let's see."

So, where did Hermione end up? Any guesses?