We sit there shocked and silent, both of us stare at the monitor, thinking how it feels to be Draco right now. But the audience feels empathy, they sigh with sadness. But the rest of the tributes stare at him, he has been in their school for 4 years and he hasn't uttered this to anyone, no-one ever suspected it or anything. Me and Ginny sit there watching the rest of the interviews, but we continuously think about Draco's. It plays on my mind. All of this time; the bullying, the threats, everything. Just to cover up his sexuality. Then again, how would of I reacted if I knew I was homosexual, would I tell anyone? Would I mock the people that are gay? Would I try and think different views on other Genders? What would I do. I wouldn't be able to hide like that forever. Luckily though, I am not gay. After all the interviews, me and Ginny sleep. Together. Well we cuddle. While we cuddled we both cry and feel pity for Draco. How must he have felt. How is he going to feel? He will be mocked if he survives. But it means he is strong.
I awake, ready to show myself off to the Gamemakers so that I get a good score, so I can get more sponsers. Me and Ginny go down when District 19 has finished. When it has we hop in the Elevator, it takes us down to the bottom of the Capitol Hotel, we are at the training room. But we sit there, waiting to be asked to enter. I am the first to go inside. I impress them with the Target Practise, then I run on the treadmill and show that I could win. Then I try some of the more advanced spells to impress them and that's it. I'm done! I look at them, they weren't paying attension. I cast 'Flipendo' on a glass vase containing a red wine, I push it up against the wall and makes a loud smashing noise to catch their attension. They look at me startled.
"So, what did you watch?" I shout at them. I continue "What did I do?"
None of them can answer because they are so ignorant, they don't even want to help the people they are going to kill. I continue to argue with them throwing in Rhetorical Questions. I walk out dissapointed.
That is how you make the Gamemakers remember you.
Me and Ginny are both sitting in front of the television. Waiting for our scores. I ask Ginny what she did.
"I just dazzled them with Target Practise." She says Calmly. "You?" She asks.
"Well, I went to target practise, went on the treadmill and noticed they weren't listening so I broke a glass vase to get their attension!" I tell Ginny.
"Sound interesting." She says sarcastically.
The TV turns on, annoucing our scores. Ceasar starts to commentate.
"First, District 1: Glimmer. With a score of 9.
Marvel. With a score of 10.
District 2: Cato. With a score of 11.
Clove. With a score of 9..." The list goes on but my heart starts to pound. Paying less and less attension. I am sinking into my heart.
"District 20: Ginny! With a score of 7." She look down in sadness.
"Harry." My heart starts to beat. What happens if the gamemakers are mad at me. They will give me a 1. Then there will be no way I will get any sponsers.
There is a long silence.
"With a score of ...
12."