A few hours later, after I finished talking to Cinna, I stood waiting for the opening ceremony. I was clad in a unitard of tight black fabric, with shining black gems that imitated the coal of back home. The sleeves passed my wrists and covered the back of my hand and a cape draped from my shoulders to the back of my feet. My neck was covered with an extension of the same things that made the gloves. The cape was colored with orange, reds, and the color of flames. I had a headpiece attached to my head, covered in my hair so when Cinna lit the headpiece on fire it would look like my hair was on fire.
Cinna and Portia planned to light the clothes on fire and we were going to ride in the night on a dark chariot. The chariots themselves were black and covered in real coal that would leave a dust trail as we road by. The horses had a dark coat and I was smitten with the fiery animals. I stood next to the animals with a hand on the females head. We only had a few horses in District 12 because we only used them to pull the coal buckets across the District to the trains. Peeta had just made his way here and he was also caught in amazement for the animals but he was unwilling to step to close to them.
"I can't believe that you can touch them." Peeta exclaimed again. I grinned at him because I couldn't believe that he would be scared of such a magnificent animal. The male stomped his foot and shook his head while the Capital people started to strap them down into the Chariots. It was almost time for the opening ceremony.
As the female was lead away from me and to the chariot I began to get nervous.
"Do you think they'll like us?" I whispered to Peeta. He shrugged in his own unitard. It was the same as mine right down to the boots.
"I really don't know. All I know is if I'm wearing this, they better." Peeta joked. I laughed as well, which was a relief in this tense room. The room itself was larger if not larger than even the Hob. It held all of the Chariots and their riders. I'm trying to avoid the gazes of the other tributes but since Peeta and I were the only ones talking it was not easy. I could see the glances of the other tributes.
They were defiantly looking us over, making sure that we weren't a threat to them. And as I looked at these entirely tough, muscled Career tributes I couldn't help but think that I was going to die the first day. I don't know what I was going to be able to do. Yes, I was buff but I haven't been trained to play in the games. I was trained to survive in a forest.
Cinna arrived quickly because it was almost time for us to start. I could hear the introductions being made already. Everyone was in line now and Peeta and I were the last ones, as District 12. I felt extremely nervous when Cinna held up a stick with a flame coming from the tip.
"It's not real flame," Cinna assured Peeta and I. "Just a little synthetic fire Portia and I came up with." Then he turns to me and speaks directly to me. "I want people to remember you as the girl who was on fire." I smiled slightly at him.
It crosses my mind that he's a little bit insane but really I'm focused on the fire in his hand. I gulp and turn to Peeta without really thinking.
"What do you think?" I asked him, staring at the flame as Cinna waits patiently for us to both come to grips with being lit on fire. It reminded me that even though he lacked the Capital's accent held their views to because only someone from the Capital would want to light you on fire and be completely serious.
"I'll rip off your cape if you'll rip off mine." He answered his eyes on the flame in Cinna's hands. Cinna had been distracted by the opening of the large gates to the ceremony center. We will have to ride the chariots through out the Capital and then to the City Circle. The ride will last twenty minutes all together but I'm hoping that it will be a short twenty minutes for us.
"Deal." I agree. "I know Haymitch said to listen and do what they tell us but I don't think lighting us on fire really crossed his mind." I joke but I'm trying not to think about Haymitch right now because I'm worried. The last time I spoke to him he was having a catharsis. I hadn't been allowed to speak with him because as soon as Effie had spoke Haymitch had pushed me to her. As soon as I was in her clutches I was pushed off to get 'beautiful' for the crowds.
I wanted so bad to go see if he was alright but I knew that would only cause problems for me and him because the Capital would see to it that we never saw each other all because I wanted to see Haymitch. So I sucked up all the strength I had and got onto the chariot with Peeta standing beside me.
Everything looked different on top of the carriage. It looked like I was the tallest woman in the world and that everyone should bow to my will.
Not that they shouldn't. Everyone must bow to Destiny.
I shook those thoughts away. I'd abandoned that persona a long time ago.
I concentrated instead on the chariots as they left one by one at least half a mile between them. They were on District Seven now.
"Where is Haymitch anyway? Isn't he supposed to protect us from this sort of thing?" Peeta asks. I roll my eyes because it's the only thing I can do without thinking about how much I do wish Peeta was here.
"With all that alcohol that he's got in him I don't think we want him here." I tried to joke and it seemed to work because Peeta laughed. We're both laughing again and I can't stop smiling. Peeta was my best friend and I don't want to think about how we may not be laughing like this for much longer.
Suddenly Cinna is standing there on the wheel. They have went on the District 11 and soon we would be off. Without a word he sticks the fire on my cape and I realize that Portia, who was wearing the typical Capital wear, had lit Peeta's own cape on fire. I breathed in and waited but the only thing that seemed to change on me was really a slight smell of soot that came from the cape. I looked back but my eyes caught on the sight of Peeta.
Cinna had been right. The flames coming from the cape seemed to glitter on Peeta's blonde hair and the cape's fire colors melted with the actual fire and it made an ever-lastingly beautiful sight. The music has blasted through the large room and I can hear the cheers of the crowd as they clapped for their favorite districts.
Cinna patted my arm before saying something but now I couldn't hear him. He was forced to jump down as the chariot started off but he was still gesturing wildly.
"I think he wants us to hold hands." Peeta explained but it made me jump because it was right in my ear. I blinked but Peeta clasped our hands together, ignoring my confusion. "Smile, look happy. That's what he wants us to do." I nodded though I was still confused. I just was able to force a smile on my face before we cleared the gates of the center. Then I had to look at millions of peoples faces as they watched the chariots.
When they saw us I could see their alarmed reactions but as we got out farther they realized that it was part of the costume and they started going crazy which I had thought they already were. They cheered and clapped for Peeta and I, shouting out our District number. I don't know what to do at first, I just keep smiling and holding tightly onto Peeta's hand. Then I see the screens showing us. I can see my smile actually looks nice and I can see all of the teams work.
I wasn't fake, I didn't have the shiny color that the people from the capitol had but I was beautiful all the same. My black hair was flying back, what wasn't tucked into the head piece, and it looked like burning coal with the beautiful black shine it had to it. My skin was tan from my days in the woods and I was glad it wasn't a burnt tan. (A/N: It's a tan just like the color of Johnny Depp's in Pirates of the Caribbean, k?)
I actually looked nice because the unitard hugged the curves of my muscles which would have been found attractive back at District 12. Tinking this made me swell with pride and my fake smile turned into a blinding grin and I waved my free hand at the crowd. The waving was over the top but I know that I have to seem happy to be here, to be happy that the Capital has graced me with the honor of playing in their games. I gain more and more confidence as we grow closer to the city circle.
The Capital people are throwing us flowers, showering us with love and calling out our first names which I'm sure they hadn't known until they looked at the program when we came out. I feel hope rise in me. Cinna has given me a real chance. I can hunt, I can gather, and I can survive but now I'm recognizable, I'm loveable. This will help me get sponsors for the things that just can't be found in the wild.
I blow a kiss to the crowd and there's another roar of approval. A rose is thrown dangerously close to my face but instead I grab it. I take a delicate sniff of it and then blow a kiss to the stranger high in the stands. Hundreds upon hundreds of hands in the part of the stands that I threw the kiss to are climbing over each other to catch the kiss, like I had actually thrown a real one, as if that were possible.
"Katfir! Katfir!" I can hear them calling and I turn to look at Peeta and he's waving to, smiling at everyone is calling his name with mine. I grin at him and we laugh together, which nearly sends the crowd into cardiac arrest. It reminds me for a moment and I realize that we are the only tributes who have ever stood together. The others are standing on different sides of the chariots, not touching, and defiantly not laughing together.
We're at the City Circle sooner than I thought but I don't mind because I'm getting tired of waving, and my cheeks have started to hurt. I can barely make out the people because it's dark and they are both high in the stands. The sky overhead is overcast, which created the best light for Peeta and I's fiery entrance. The evening sky, quickly turning to night, helped us stand out as all of the chariots stopped in their correct spots, District 12 in the middle of the last of the two rows.
Now I have stopped waving because it's time to get serious. I realize that my hand has nearly squeezed Peeta's to death. I loosen my death grip on his hand and he looks at me nervously.
"No, don't let go of me," He tells me. "Please, I might fall out of this thing." I grin because it never occurred to me that we might fall out of the chariot but Peeta has never liked being in the few wagons that are in District 12. He claims that they are unstable and will fall apart at any moment. It would stand to reason that he would think the same thing about the horses pulling us in an open backed chariot.
"I won't." I assure him and his nervous face shines with relief for a moment before we go back to looking around us. There are a lot of different places that are full with people but the one that strikes my interest is the mansion, President Snow's, in front of us that was open for us to see the people there in front of us. Right now one was getting up to speak and by the white hair and the thin body I can tell that it is President Snow. Now the music is cut off and the Capital people are quieting to listen to the President speak to us.
He starts speaking, giving us the official welcome, like he does every year for the sake of the rules laid down by the person who made up this horrid game. As per tradition states they are supposed to show snaps of all the Districts. But it's clear that Peeta and I are getting much more recognition than the others.
The darker it gets as President Snow continues to speak, the harder it is to look away from our flaming personas. When the national anthem plays they make an effort to do a quick cut around to each pair of tributes but the camera holds on Peeta and I as we parade around the circle at the end of a line that was quickly heading to the training center where I will have to spend the rest of my days until the games start.
The doors have only shut behind us for five seconds before the prep teams, both Peeta and I's are there, chattering away. It's impossible to guess what they are saying because they are talking fast, and quickly. The other tributes aren't happy. They glare our way as their own prep teams babble away. We've outshone them with our fire and I'm proud that someone from District 12 can make such a good showing.
Then Cinna and Portia are there. They help us down from the Chariot which is much harder than getting on because now you can see how high these things really are off the ground. I sigh as Cinna takes the headdress out of my hair and then the cape. Portia sprays our outfits with some kind of gas from a can and they extinguish right away.
I'm still holding Peeta's hand and I let go of it as soon as realize this. Peeta grins at me mockingly and I make sure to slap his shoulder hard for making fun of me. He just continues to grin at me.
"Thanks, I was getting a little shaky there." Peeta admitted.
"I completely forgot you hated things like that. It didn't show though, you looked wonderful." I complimented him heavily. Peeta deserves it. He barely gets any love at home. He doesn't want me to know that but I know that the bruises all over him are from his Mom hitting him. I'd really like to show her what I could leave on her skin but Peeta manages to stop me every single time. At least Peeta has his loving Dad, a Dad who would come to the opponent's room and beg for me to make it fast. I shutter as I remember this but there is no time to worry about something like that now.
"I'm sure that they didn't notice anything but you." Peeta compliments right back and I blush because I'd been so proud of my looks for once. "You should wear flames more often. They really suit you." He grins again and I roll my eyes.
"Not again, if I can possibly help it." I grip. "I thought I was going to burst into flames and burn to death." I shutter for effect and Peeta snorts. Before he can say anything else there are people there gushing over us but also leading us through the room that was almost identical to the one before us. The only deference is I know that this one is at the bottom of a tower and that above us are the District rooms. Each District has an entire floor to themselves. The stylists, prep team, former victors, and your poplicity advisor stay with you so that they can advise you at any time. That means that Peeta, me, Cinna, Octavia and her group, Haymitch, and Effie would be staying in the District 12 floor.
We are packed into the elevator, which the sides of have been made of crystal so that you can see the people shrinking below you. I'm glad that Effie is here, because she will be able to get us to events on time, dressed, and help us stay happy. Haymitch though isn't here and I'm a little afraid, and even concerned for him. He's probably passed out somewhere, drunk off his rocker so I shouldn't worry. I still do though because I don't want him just randomly falling a sleep where I can't know that he's safe for sure.
I shake these thoughts away because I can't drop into thoughts of my worry for Haymitch. Now isn't the time. In fact, it won't be the time until I'm safe back at home. Not really safe, but where I don't have to watch my back against other tributes trying to kill me.
Effie is chattering away about how happy for us she is, and how she's never had such an exciting opening ceremony where the tributes are hers. She complains about how it's always District 1, 2, or 4 who really make splashes. I hear her grumble something that sounds like the name of the chaperones for District 1. I have to lift my mouth into a small smile because Effie hating someone sounds ridiculous to me.
She tells us that she's been talking us up all day and that people have been asking about us. It sounds like Effie knows a lot of people, and the right people at that. I'm not sure though because I've never bothered to pay attention to the crowds. I've always felt bad for the ones who were in the chariots so my attention had been on them.
"I've been very mysterious though," She goes on then squints her eyes in obvious distain. "Of course, Haymitch hasn't bothered to tell me your strategies. But I've done my best with what I have. For instance how Katfir sacrificed herself for her handicap twin. How you've both overcome the barbarism of your District." I have to still for a moment because I was reminded where I was again.
Of course the Capital would think that we were barbaric. They have everything handed to them at a touch of a button and on a golden platter. We have to fight to survive and my family is lucky that Dad was there to teach me to hunt.
Most of the people in the Seam die from starvation, the other half from the coal mines. No one in my family was going down in that mine. Prim knew how to hunt; she'd just have to get over the fear of killing them. Mom can just start her apothecary back up but I'm not going to think that way. When I come back I'm going to move them into one of the Victory houses. Then I can take care of Haymitch and work on his drinking problem to.
"Everyone has their reservations, naturally. You two being from the coal district." Effie continues unsuspecting of my raging temper. The way she says it, my temper just keeps flaring at every word. "But I said, and this is very clever of me, 'Well, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls!'" I don't have the heart to tell her that it was wrong. She just looks so happy that Peeta and I could do nothing but praise her for something that was completely wrong.
Pearls don't have anything to do with coal, pearls grow in shellfish by the sea. She might mean that diamonds are turned from coal but that's untrue to. I've heard that they have some kind of machine that turns graphite into diamonds. We don't mine graphite in District 12. It was District 13's job to mine graphite until they were destroyed. I wonder if the people she told know, or don't care.
"Unfortunately I can't seal the sponsor deals for you. Only Haymitch can do that." Effie is especially grim. I know though that Haymitch will take care of me. I had been doubting him before but after that conversation on the train I'm cautious of thinking things like that. Maybe he will keep his promise, but I don't want to get my hopes up. "But don't worry; I'll get him to the table on time at gunpoint if I have to."
My anger vanishes for a moment because Effie is so innocent. I felt as if the Capital people are babies, they don't know any better. Most of them don't even know how bad it is in the Districts.
We arrive at our floor and I'm amazed at the quarters they've given just me. It's much too large even for our group of people. It's larger than my house at home, though that isn't much really. It's so plush, with carpet even better than that which was on the train. The bed was fluffy, stuffed with some kind of soft material.
But the electronics were almost beyond my reach. I knew how to work the showers but that was all because of Haymitch. I'd never had to learn the rest of it simply because Haymitch didn't like the Capital. He refused to use the electronics or I'm guessing that's right because he smashed everything like that in his house when he first came back from being in the Hunger Games.
So I start with the showers. I play around with the settings for everything because I've never bothered to play around with Haymitch's and I didn't really care after the re-aping. I make it smell like lavender now and the scent is soothing to me. I make the water come down like rain, because it felt so natural. When I'm done, I can't help but morn the lose of water.
But I force myself to dry off, using the pool that shoots an invigorating pulse through me and dries not just my skin but my hair. Now I'm nude and my hair is so glossy and thick as it falls down my back that I feel good about myself even though I'm not longer on fire or in a chariot with people screaming my name. I sigh because I'm alone until Effie comes and calls me for supper.
I try to amuse myself with the food supplier. You speak what you want from the menu into the microphone and then the food appears out of a table. Its while I'm snaking on a piece of roasted chicken that I start playing with the remote. My breath hitches as the view of my window changes from the Capital to the factories of District 3. I moved it again, scrolling through the pictures until suddenly I was latched onto the forests outside of the gates of District 12. I sucked in a sharp breath because I knew this. There was a little pond there and the forest was lush around it. Just next to it was the little cottage that was so old that the windows had fallen out and the door was barely hanging on a little hinge.
My Dad had taken me to that little cottage. That's where he told me that Momma was pregnant with Prim and where he first taught me to shoot. It's the only place that I never wanted anyone but me to see and here it was for everyone else to fall asleep to. I felt more hatred for the Capital arise. Why couldn't they leave well enough alone? They don't need that scene from District 12. Why not just show them all of the starving miners who help with their fires?
I'm glad that not a moment after I get ready to rant that the door opens to show me Haymitch. I blink as he closes the door softly behind him. "Haymitch?" I say, very tentative. But he turns to me and grins while moving forward.
"You did good sweetheart." Haymitch tells me and I can't help but smile at the enthusiasm that is so not Haymitch that it is Haymitch. It makes me want to scream and shout because Haymitch is actually happy now and its so rare.
"It was all really Cinna. He gave Peeta and I the idea to appear as friends instead of just another pair of hungry children." I smiled when he didn't bother to sit on my bed. "Did you come to my room for any reason in particular?" I ask him and I can tell that my green eyes must be glittering with amusement. He rolls his eyes at my taunt and instead embraces me. I'm somewhat shocked because I don't know the reason behind the embrace so I just take it at face value.
"Food's ready." Haymitch states to me simply and it's my turn to roll my eyes as he goes to leave my room.
"Hey," I stop him and he turns to me but I can't remember what I wanted to say. His hair flipped back and I watched it with fascination as I finally notice what he's wearing. The suit is very handsome on him, it is so well fixed that I can't help but think that he must have had his own design team. I know because he'd never be able to come up with something fashionable- it's just not in his blood. But what really strikes me is that I'm talking to a sober Haymitch, one who won't vomit on expensive carpets or need to be carried into the shower. "You look good sober." I say because it's the only thing I can think of.
It stops him, more then I thought it would and it drops on me what he'd see in that. He'd think that I meant I wanted him sober all the time, and I do, but I don't want to tell him that. Haymitch turns fully around to me and slowly walks closer to me. I blink but his hand brushes my cheek and I can't move. "If you make it back," Haymitch tells me softly, his eyes dropping and so are mine as he invades my personal space, much to my delight. "Then I'll stay sober for you." He breaths almost subconsciously. His eyes are focused lower and I can't help but glance at his very distracting lips.
Just as he leans in to take my willing lips and just as I've stood on my tip toes to meet him-Effie decides to bang on the door. "Haymitch! I thought you were supposed to tell her dinner was ready!" We don't bounce apart but Haymitch looks annoyed, and I see shame that I desperately wish wasn't there. He removes his hand and I miss his touch. However this moment has given me hope that maybe….just maybe the odds are in my favor this time.
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Peeta, Cinna, and Portia are waiting for us in the one room that connects all of the quarters together. I smile at them all but I'm really glad that they are here, because I didn't know what I would do if it was only Effie, Haymitch, and I. After that moment I don't know if I can look at Haymitch the same. Yes, it gave me happiness that he'd even contemplate kissing me but it also makes me sad that he may not have wanted to kiss me if I wasn't prettied up by the Capital. Now that I'm in my own space and I can't smell the scent of him anymore so I'm no longer dazzled and it's making me crazy.
It doesn't seem to affect him, because he's walking and talking like usual, just without a drink. The only thing that could possibly be different is instead of sarcastic comments he's giving those grunts that all men seem to believe is a correct answer to any question a women asks.
I sit at the table with the others and I know by the tension around Peeta and the stylists that this meal isn't for food, it's to talk strategies. I hadn't thought of that. The only thing I've paid attention to is that I need to survive to get back. I don't know how in the world I'm going to get through this but maybe I can just hang back and let the other people kill each other. If I'm lucky the last two will kill each other.
That's highly unlikely because the Gamemakers will find that to anticlimactic. They'll want a big finish where I kill everyone. And then it hits me, I might have to kill Peeta. I know that I'd thought about it before but the gamemakers might actually make me kill Peeta in some dangerous and torturous way.
I almost spill the gravy I was pouring into my mash potatoes but I clench my teeth and bare with it. No one has noticed because the stylists are chatting with Effie and Peeta is eating quietly. Haymitch notices though, he's staring at me intently with his fork in his food and his elbows on the table. My green eyes connect with his grey ones and without being able to stop it, I'm blushing scarlet. This surprisingly causes Haymitch to smirk.
Everyone is making small talk, even Haymitch throws in a few comments but he's looking at me. I force myself to act normal, stick my tongue out at him but it doesn't dissuade his staring at all so I look at the food instead. There are mashed potatoes, something that we couldn't afford back home very often but there is a white grain as well that's very good. Chicken has been given to us as well, and bread that almost melts in my mouth from the amount of butter stuffed into it.
They gave us mushroom soup but I don't like the mushrooms. I think Katniss would have liked it a lot but Prim would have liked the crusted chicken more. I refuse to be saddened by thinking about my family instead I take a sip of some wine that has been offered. I don't like it because it's to bitter for me so I set it aside and instead settle for the fruity blue drink on the side.
The talk has turned to what we are going to be wearing at the interview but I'm focused on the large delicious looking chocolate cake they've brought out. The top of it was burning with blue flames and it actually makes me smile because it's beautiful. I have to be careful though. "What makes it burn? Is it alcohol?" I ask and I look up into the eyes of a man with the most startling features.
Oh he was plain, brown hair and freckles. But I knew him. Oh, God how I knew him.
Once while I was out gathering food for my family I met a man in the woods. He told me that he was living there all alone in the woods. At the time he was only a couple of years older than me. He was also my first friend. He taught me everything he knew about surviving and I taught him everything I knew about blades. I'd even given him one of the precious bows that my father made me before he was killed.
And then one day when he was taking me out farther in to the woods to a place where there were plenty of places to swim when the birds had suddenly stopped singing and then Hade, the man, had pushed me down into a bush. I'd been going to get up but then a large machine had flown over head, I later knew it was a hovercraft from the Capital.
I had to watch as they shot down a cable with a hook at the end and I watched as it pierced right through the middle of his arm and pulled him up. He'd screamed so loud, and I'd been sprayd with his blood. I almost never recovered from it but here he was, alive and well.
Well, not exactly. He's an avox, so that means he was a criminal. Was it from running away from his District or did he really do something? I couldn't ask him though, not with all of these people. It would only end badly if they thought I knew an avox- a criminal. So I only smiled at the man that I'd known such a long time ago. He didn't smile back but I could see an odd twinkle in his eye.
"Yes, it's alcohol," An oblivious Cinna answered but my eyes were locked with Hade's as he moved backwards to stand with the rest of the Avox's who were there to fill up our trays when we needed it. "But don't worry it all burns off with the fire. I ordered it specially for your fiery debut." I have to break eye contact with Hade's hazel eyes to smile at Cinna but then my eyes only wondered back to the avox. I heard a shift and blinked before looking around.
Peeta looked suspicious and he wasn't the only one, Haymitch did to. Effie and the stylists were still oblivious, which I thought was for the best. I guess my obvious staring was well, obvious. Haymitch and Peeta though would never know. Those months with Hade were always going to be just mine and his, no one elses – ever.
Soon we've all eaten the cake, which was delicious. As soon as Haymitch's fork hit his plate – he'd had five slices – Effie was ushering us into the living area to re-watch the display of chariots. Some of the other tributes made a good impression but the award defiantly went to Peeta and I. We were on fire and the low lighting only made us stand out even more.
"Whose idea was the handholding?" I hear Haymitch ask and I glance over at him. He's staring at the screen, not even looking at anyone but I can see his strained grip on his leg which seems rather odd to me.
"Cinna's." Peeta answers instantly and Haymitch turns his head to look at Peeta. It wasn't the best look to give to your tribute, a glare that spoke volumes to even me.
"Just the perfect touch of rebellion," He says, even though it contradicts with his glare at Peeta. He was right though. The hand holding had established us in the minds of all of the possible sponsors though because with all the other tributes stiff and angry at each other Peeta and I acting like the best friends we are would throw them off balance.
The T.V. is snapped off soon, as the piece ends. Haymitch stands up, stretching and I look away, pretending, like always, that I didn't notice the muscles in his back working or in his front…or on his arms.
"Alright, head off to bed you two. Training starts tomorrow so get a good nights rest. We will talk stratigies in the morning over breakfast." Haymitch dismissed us. I snorted and rolled my eyes before rising and popping a few bones awake and motionable. I smile at everyone.
"Yes, master." I mock Haymitch, just to lossen the tension between us after that…moment. He cracks a smile, just like I had hoped. "Goodnight everyone." I bid adieu and I was quick to rush off to bed. I was indeed tired after being primped, polished, and wheeled around to stare at.
When my head hit the pillow in five minutes I let out a groan and I didn't even get to think about any of the developments that were made that day because I was drop dead asleep right after tugging the blanket over my shoulders.
Well, Sorry about the late update. Reality got in the way again, the pesky thing! Also going to start writing on my next story soon. Still not sure which one but probably one with Robert Downey Jr in it because that's the one everyone is asking for. I'm thinking of writing more than one story at once because then it'll give me more stretching room to write.
I'm really amazed at how many people actually like this story! Thanks for the support guys and girls! :D I appreciate every single thing you guys do, whether its just reading, favoriting, or story alerting.
I've gotten so many alerts that people have alerted my story that it's so hard to keep up with it. Usually I go on the profiles of the people of favorite it but there are way too many for my small mind and I'm so happy that there are so many!
I got to tell you my little plot bunny has nearly given all that it can give. T.T I might have to bury it soon and buy another one. Lol
Okay, question per update!
Have you seen/read Harry Potter and who is your favorite character?
Mine has to be Sirius Black and yes I've seen, and read Harry Potter. I'm a major fan. I've got Harry's wand and Sirius'. I've been to universal or 'Harry Potter Land' as I like to call it. It was awesome but everything was just so expencive! I've got a death eater ring to…and a Gryffindor jacket….wow, I sound obsessed don't I? Haha not lately. I really haven't been over obsessed with anything.