Post-rebellion prompt: "Don't be rediculous, Haymitch. I'm not an addict".
A Neat Person
"Don't be ridiculous, Haymitch. I am not an addict." Effie huffed.
She snatched the brand new shoebox from his hands and held it close to her chest, a little defensively. Or protectively perhaps.
She didn't trust Haymitch to handle delicate things.
Haymitch, who was sitting on their bed, an amused smirk stretching his lips, simply lifted his eyebrows and pointedly looked at the open wardrobe. The bottom of the wardrobe was full to the brim with shelves displaying pairs upon pairs of pretty stilettos, boots and slippers.
She would admit she owned a lot of shoes but she also owned a lot of dresses and it was only right she had the right pair of heels to complete her outfits.
"You see shoes, you need to buy them." he accused – mocked really because she didn't think he really cared what she bought or not as long as she didn't bother him with it.
"Patently untrue." she refuted. "I only buy them if they are pretty. And those were just…"
"Fabulous?" he teased.
She glanced at the rose-gold eight inches heels in their box and sighed in adoration. "Exactly."
He snorted and shook his head but he didn't say anything more as he stood up. He dropped a kiss on her temple on his way out of the room, chuckling softly to himself. "Good to see some things never change, sweetheart."
"You are a ridiculous man!" she shot after him. "That will never change!"
She heard his laughter as he headed back downstairs and, for a moment, she was glad that that was one of the things that had changed. He didn't sound bitter when he laughed nowadays. He sounded happy.
It made her smile.
"Let's find some room for you, my pretties…" she cooed to the brand new shoes very seriously, focusing back on the task Haymitch had so rudely interrupted.
She liked her shoes to be organized.
Not because she was a shoe addict but because she was a neat person, thank you very much.