Thanks to InLuvWithHG and Courtney, it's nice to get support. :D This story is dedicated to Holly my cherished sister, and Courtney, she inspired and encouraged me to do this. So thank you.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything related to or from The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, nor do I own anything to do with "Weasley is a King" from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowlings.

P.S. This is sort of like a short, funny chapter. As you can tell, this is sort of a tragic story, so I put this as sort of a comic relief chapter. Enjoy!

Katniss sighed. The Careers finally left the table. She turned back towards Peeta, Thresh, Gale, and Finnick. "We all have gym together, right?" she asked.

"Yeah," Peeta answered, "But before that, Finnick has music with you, while Gale and I have History, and little Thresh is all by himself."

Thresh cut in, "I seriously resent the 'little'."

"He's right you know," Katniss said. "You can't call Thresh little, like, at all."

Finnick gasped, "YOU SAID THE L-WORD!"

Thresh cocked his head, "She didn't say 'love'."

Gale rolled his eyes, "She said 'like', that's the l-word."

"Yeah, what made you think of love?" Katniss paused, then smiled evilly. "Were you thinking of a special someone?"

Thresh blushed. "Yes!" Peeta jumped up and pointed a finger at Thresh. "It must've been someone 'little', after that was what we were talking about."

Thresh blushed an even deeper red. "Wow, didn't know that color red was possible," Finnick commented.

After a period of teasing, Katniss cut in, "We've had our fun, let's give Thresh a break." Just then, the bell rang. "Whaddya know Thresh, perhaps we were saved by the bell. Finnick, my dearest love, come!"

"Katniss, I come towards your radiant beauty, like the sun upon the sea!"

Peeta shook his head, "Sometimes, I wonder how I put up with such wierdos."

"-Finnick, peril lies ahead! Run, please-"

Gale grinned, "Hey Peeta?"

"-No peril shall stop me from attending music class with you, as if-"

Peeta answered, "Yeah?"

"-I could not live if you were to die! No, save yourself, my-"

"What do you find when you look up wierdo in the dictionary?"

"-I shall get to you, even if it means giving up my beautiful butter knife, have no fear-"

"A obscene picture of you doing the can-can."

"-don't give up, my lord! I shall save you with my spoon of power, no one shall-"

Gale looked at him as if he was an alien, then continued, "You find a definition of a wierdo, wierdo, and that's what you are!"

Katniss and Finnick paused. Finnick asked, "Did you just call Peeta a wierdo?"

"That is so uncalled for, if anyone's the wierdo, it's you Gale."

"Yeah," Finnick agreed. "Now, come my lady, let us waltz into the dungeon of music."

Thresh stood up and said, "It's obvious that I have spent too much time with you guys when I start thinking that doing a rain-dance when there's no rain would totally be normal…"

There was a pregnant pause between Gale and Peeta, then, "Didya hear that Gale? Katniss thinks you're the wierdo, not me! Ha! I'm even going to leave the room before you do, just because I'm that cool!" Peeta left cackling his head off.

Gale sat there for a minute. "Am I the only sane one in my group of friends?" he paused, "Wait a minute! I'm talking to no one! That's a sure sign of the beginnings of craziness! Nooo! I don't want to be like them-" He left the room muttering about craziness and signs….

The group of kids who sat next to Katniss and her friend's table sat in dead silence, staring at the lunch table as if after everything they saw, they next expected it to break out into a full, "Weasley is a King" verse…