Hi everyone! I know I told you that I'd be focusing on Next Generation Hunger Games and that would likely stay my only story, but I've been doing an RP with my best friend Jmb217. It's basically about a student from Hogwarts who is teleported into the Hunger Games. And as you can tell, there are a few similar names between this and Next Generation Hunger Games. The character Faye is ENTIRELY Jmb217's, I am just posting it here for the world to see. I understand that there are some unrealistic parts, but it's an RP done through PM, not a professional story. Enjoy!

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Everleigh

Everleigh paced the clearing, dark thoughts swarming her mind. She came upon a girl, sleeping peacefully. Everleigh lifted her bow, ready to spring at any moment.

Faye

Faye turned in her sleep, leaves crunching underneath her. Wait...leaves? Only hours ago she'd fallen asleep on her four-poster bed. Immediately her eyes opened, and she flew a mile high.

Above her stood a girl aiming a bow at her.

"Woah, woah! Who are you? Where...where am I?" Faye scanned her surroundings. A...forest? She lifted her right hand in a show of surrender, left groping for her wand. Somehow she had changed clothes into black leggings, a white T-shirt and brown jacket.

"What's going on?"

Everleigh

Everleigh smirked at the girl's attempt to subdue her. "Nice try. Now why are you here? It was dumb of you to fall asleep out in the open, much less near me." She pointed her arrow directly at the girl's heart.

Faye

Faye backed away. Her left hand had found her wand in the jacket pocket. The girl's voice was distinctly American. How had Faye gotten all the way from Great Britain to America in a matter of hours?

"Look, I don't know who you are, where I am, or what in Merlin is going on." She slowly inched her wand out of the pocket. "But I am not unarmed. All I know is that I went to sleep a couple hours ago in the UK, and I woke up in America. And I haven't the faintest idea why you want to kill me. I've never met you."

Everleigh

"Hmm. Sad story. The Games got to you, I suspect? I suppose I should let you go. You won't last long out here anyway." She stopped for a second to contemplate the girl's last sentence. "And why I would want to kill you? Because we're in the Games. Do they not have that in your little imaginary world? The UK, was it?" Everleigh took a menacing step towards the girl.

Everleigh sneered when she didn't answer. "What are you armed with, anyway? A knife? I can easily beat that, you know." The only thing that she saw in the girl's eyes was confusion. "Where are you from, District 11? I guess I should have paid more attention to the tributes."

Faye

Faye's grip tightened on her wand. The shock and grogginess had worn off, to be replaced with real fear and confusion.

"I don't have a knife. I have something more powerful." Still, she didn't want to reveal it just yet. This girl probably didn't know she had one, and was talking like the UK didn't exist. What were these Games? The tributes? What on Earth was District 11? Why was she saying the UK wasn't real? And most importantly... why was she trying to kill her?

"Listen to me." Her voice was firm. "I am from the UK, and I have no idea how I woke up in America. Just tell me: what are these Games? District 11? I don't know you; why do you want to kill me? And these tributes...?"

Suddenly a theory fell into place. No, it was impossible. Faye specialized in far-out theories. But tributes... Games... a stranger wanting to kill her... the 'Games had finally gotten to her'.

"You don't want to kill me, do you?"

Everleigh

"No. I don't want to, but it might be neccessary." She fiddled with the arrow, shifting it in and out of the bow. "And what's with your accent? You don't sound like you're from Panem. And I thought they didn't let in outsiders..." Everleigh sighed. "Do you have memory loss or something? You're in The Hunger Games. Duh."

Faye

Yes. Now Faye was almost sure. 70-80%.

"You're being forced to kill each other, aren't you? So why is it called The Hunger Games? And who... what would you this?" Despite all the evil done by Lord Voldemort, he had never forced children to kill each other. But at least this girl didn't want to kill her. Yet something told the Ravenclaw she would do it anyway. Her grip relaxed on her wand. She hadn't noticed how tight it had been.

"What's your name?" She finally asked. "I'm Faye."

Everleigh

"Everleigh." She snapped. "It's the Hunger Games because your main concern is food. If another Tribute doesn't kill you starvation will. And for who..." She shuddered just thinking about it. "The Capitol. And President Snow. And many more horrible, horrible people."

Faye

Faye reeled. What kind of sick monster would do that?

"Look, you don't have to kill me. I was never chosen for the Hunger Games. I've dealt with horrible murderers before. Tyrants obsessed with something so much so they'll do anything to get it." Somehow she thought a rousing speech wouldn't persuade Everleigh. Hard facts would.

"You don't have to hurt me," she repeated. "But if you try, you'll fail." Faye was a sixth-year Ravenclaw with a notable amount of O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts. A girl with a bow wasn't about to stop her.

Everleigh

"Fine. Where are you from anyway? Besides... the UK. And what do you mean, 'I'll fail?' I'm perfectly capable of killing you."

"Buuuut I suppose we could alliance. I need someone to help me hunt. I'm too busy, you know, trying not to die?" Her face remained stone cold, showing no emotion.

Faye

Faye was starting to get a bit pricked about Everleigh not believing in the UK.

"The U.K. is real. United Kingdom? The sun never sets? One of the most powerful and influential countries in the world? Do I need to go on? As for why you'd fail..." She pulled her wand out of her pocket. The Ravenclaw realized Everleigh probably thought it was just a stick.

"Stupefy!" A rabbit about ten yards away fell to the ground. "There's your hunting," she said proudly. Faye had always taken pride in her aim.

Everleigh

"Im not sure how things work in your 'UK,' but we eat things that are dead here." Everleigh snorted. "You're acting like it's 2019."

Faye

"Wait... it's not 2019? I mean, I've heard of time travel, my friend's dad has done it, but that requires a Time Turner... how did I just fall asleep and wake up?" Faye caught herself before she went off on another ramble. "I went to sleep in the UK in 2019. What year is it?" She was scared of the answer, but knew she needed it. Some of her friends called it the Ravenclaw's Curse: being scared of the answer but needing to know it. That or the curiosity keeps getting stronger.

"Oh, and that rabbit may not be dead, but I CAN kill it. Besides, you have arrows. Just stab it or something." Her arms crossed over her chest, the wand tapping against her chin.

Everleigh

Everleigh quickly shot the rabbit through the eye. "Stop being so loud. You'll attract the others." She motioned to Faye to follow her after retrieving the rabbit.

"It's 3019. One hundred years away from 2019." She could see shock cross Faye's face, bur ahe ignored it and instead climbed up a tree. "It's safe up here."

Faye

"3019?"

Faye stopped after that. Obviously Everleigh wasn't about to say anymore. But still, with one answer rose a million questions. How had this happened to America?

Who had done this? What had happened to the U.K.? Hogwarts? A shiver ran through Faye as she followed Everleigh up the tree.

Not that she hadn't witnessed cruel violence before. When Faye was younger, she had visited Hogwarts to see her sister. That was the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. No one had paid any attention to her, but she'd seen Harry Potter's 'dead' body and the effect it had had. She'd seen Fred Weasley die. She'd seen it all, and somehow made it out alive.

"How did I get here?" She whispered to herself, too quiet for Everleigh to hear.

Everleigh

"We should probably get some rest. I'll take first watch. I'm not entitely sure if you're going to kill me with your stick on my sleep." Everleigh offered her sleeping bag to a distraught Faye. "It's a sleeping bag. Ever seen one?" She chuckled at her own joke to keep from crying.

"And also... I was just trying to be intimidating. I would never have killed you."

Faye

Faye decided not to go on about her wand, but chuckled at what she hoped was a joke.

"Thanks. Wake me when you need to."

She was still confused, but Faye had learned to work with the information she had. She was in fhe future. America was forcing children to kill each other. Either the UK was gone or Americans didn't know it existed. And she had to get back home.

"How many others are there? Trying to kill us?"

Everleigh

Everleigh bit her lip, trying to remember how many had died in the bloodbath. "Fifteen others." She sighed. "Good night."

That night, she had a vivid lucid dream. Faye was next to her, walking through the Arena. She came to the edge, where the some arched over her head. Words lit up in fire in front of her. "Faye has been sent to you for a reason. Be grateful."

Faye

As Faye drifted off to sleep, a dream came to her. She and Everleigh were walking through Hogwarts, though it would flash to the Arena from time to time.

"You have met Everleigh for a reason. Be grateful," a voice said.