I'm really, really sorry for the long pauses there has been in my uploading!
But here's another chapter, yai ^-^
I've been kind of busy, so instead of rereading what I've already written to make sure I have the same system of writing spells etc., I've just hurried to write the chapter. My first priority right now is to finish this fanfiction, but after that I'll do some corrections so the language fits altogether.
But thanks for reading, you guys are awesome for still sticking around! :D
(Oh, and don't worry too much about the cliff hanger in the end, I'm writing more tomorrow, hopefully uploading more in 24 hours!)

I heard him crying in his sleep. Not loudly, but heart-achingly quiet, like his grief was too big to be uttered, yet he couldn't hold it in. At one point, I felt like forcing my way through the arena, till I found his sister's body. I wanted to find his sister and force her to live, though I knew she could not, and though I knew they had taken her body away.

Then I wanted to kill everyone on my path till I found her murderer and killed him properly. No more stunners.

At last my eyes closed from exhaustion, and I heard no more that night.

Somebody shook me, but I pushed the somebody away, groaning, and pulled the quilt up around my ears. Then the quilt disappeared.

"Oi!" I sat up angrily. "What did you do that for?" He grinned at me.

"Thought you'd like some breakfast," he said while trying not to laugh too much.

"Wake me at noon," I muttered grumpily, but I got up anyway. "By Merlin's beard, I'm tired," I yawned. "Did I ever get your name yesterday? It's slipped away."

"Yes, you did. It's Escal. And you're Jessica."

"Got that one right, did yah? Well, let's eat, I'm starving!" I started shoving in the food, he had put on the table, and he soon joined my, though I'm pretty sure he rolled his eyes at me behind my back.

"I checked both our bags," he said while eating very slowly. "The food is running low." At his words I hesitated at my next bite, but then continued undisturbed. A girl's gotta eat.

"Any idea where we can get more?" I muffled through a full mouth.

"Can't you just make some appear? Like the everything else in here?" I rolled my eyes.

"It doesn't work that way. Food is one of the five exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration."

"Sorry?"

"I can't make food appear." He looked kind of disappointed. And I'd just given him a bed.

"Well, I guess we could harvest some of those apple trees in the gardens."

"No apples!" He winced annoyed.

"Why? The lady doesn't like them?"

"Trust me. You don't want to get anywhere them."

"You are not very informative."

"Not my style." He growled at me, and I sighed. "They explode, okay? I saw the careers trying to get some. At least two of them died." Eyes wide he stared at me. "What?"

"Don't you realise what that means?"

"Does it mean anything?" I asked, confused.

"Don't you see? If they are looking for food, it must mean someone else controls the cornucopia!" I could feel my eyes grow as wide as his.

"They've probably been starving!" We beamed mischievously at each other, both of us knowing that it was a wild guess, neither of us caring.

It didn't take long to conjure a plan and even shorter to get going. Since we didn't want to take over the cornucopia, just raid it, we didn't bring anything but what we needed to transport it back and left the magical protection on the camp.

After expanding both rucksacks thoroughly, I rapped Escal on the head with my wand, camouflaging him, made him grab my arm and Disapparated.

We reappeared just out of sight of the cornucopia, and I decided to look around the corner instead of on Escal, who were throwing up in the ditch.

"Both from 11," I said, confident that he could hear me. "The boy from 4, the boy from 8 and the girl from 10." The puking-sounds stopped, and I glanced back. "Are you ready, or should I just get on with it?" He nodded, a knife (the one I'd gotten from the cornucopia) in his hand, and I Disapparated again, this time without him.

A stood in the other end of the cornucopia in the city square in plain sight.

"HEY!" I shouted, making all five tributes guarding the cornucopia jump armed to their feet. "YOU'VE TAKEN ALL THE FOOD YOURSELF? HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD OF MANNERS?" A couple of them started walking towards me, one with a spear and the other with a sword, neither seemed like they knew how to use their weapons. I could easily have cursed them at this distance, but I let them come closer, let them think they'd have a chance.

The one with the spear decided to attack first, the word Tarantallegra slipped my mind and with a flick of my wand, his legs were dancing uncontrollably, making his whole body shake and the spear fall to the ground. The other one, the one with the sword, thought me distracted and sneaked up behind me to put the blade in my back. Flipendo, and he flew backwards, landing on his back.

"Finite Incantatem," I said, pointing at the spear-boy so his legs stopped jumping aimlessly around. The plan wouldn't work if he couldn't run. "Is that all you've got?" A silent whush made me throw myself to the side, a brick shortly after penetrating the air where my head had been. A fiery looking girl stood in the other side of the square by a pile of stone, and I grinned. My classmates had always hated my "show-off attitude". This was no different, as I instead of just making a shield, I hit every singe of the rocks she threw with a spell, blowing them to little pieces while walking backwards past the sword-guy and into a street, still in their view.

Another boy left the cornucopia, and suddenly three boys and a girl was walking towards me. I love this plan, I thought as I turned to sprint.