Hello! I know that last chap was a but rushed but I wanted to get it up before Holby City. So I apologise for that. This one will be a little less...*insert crazy hand motions here* Hope you enjoy!x


Anything could happen. Lives could be ruined, people could die. But I suppose sacrifices have to be made for a future that's worth having. Sacrifices. What Snow calls the tributes. I'm suddenly thinking of Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch. they could be killed in this. Mabye you're thinking to far ahead Effie. Perhaps I am, but Katniss notices the atmosphere in the districts too. She stops sleeping and eating, I give her some sleeping pills but they don't work, no surprise really none work for me either.

As we near the Capitol I realise how soon the tour will be over. I'll be going back to being bored out of my mind and having nightmares about drowning. Mabye I should have less blue in my bedroom. Opportunity for activity arises with Peeta's proposal, which was really very sweet. If only Katniss wasn't so confused. She pulls me aside at now's party afterward, asking me to plan the wedding. Apparently she wouldn't know how to plan a Capitol wedding and she wants someone she knows to do it, so it still feels like her wedding. She said something about my impeccable planning skills as well. Mabye she thinks I have better things to do. I nod in reply and she walks back to Peeta, smiling. It's not long before Cinna comes up behind me holding out his hand for a dance.

"So I assume I have to design the dress?"

"She wouldn't have it any other way," I reply as we turn.

"So, onto the real reason I whisked you onto the dance floor," He says as he spins me, "and no, it's not because you were standing alone and it was depressing. I wanted to ask you something. I want to design your wedding dress." It's such an odd request that I can't help but laugh, his expression remains serious.

"I'm not getting married Cinna,"I say, shaking my head to emphasise my point.

"I know that. I mean when you get married, because that would be one hell of a wedding." I raise my eyebrows questioningly. "Well, it'd be a district, Capitol wedding, and probably one of the first."

"You say that like it's a possibility."

"And you say that like it's not," He says as the song ends. I now stand alone, contemplating Cinna's last words. It isn't a possibility. Even if it was legal... Haymitch hates me, always has, always will. Just as the thought goes through my head Haymitch appears beside me holding out his hand.

"Wouldn't want those dance lessons to go to waste," he say's. What is he talking about, he was present for like a third of a sixteenth of a dance lesson. What does that make? A forty eighth? I take his hand nonetheless. "Whats wrong Trinket? You haven't spoken to me in days and you're far less annoying than usual."

"Wow, that makes me feel a lot better." I say sarcastically, I don't really feel like talking to Haymitch about my conversation with Cinna so I simply reply with, "I'm fine." He decides to inform me that 'I'm fine is the most common lie in the world. "I don't really feel like talking." I reply and he says no more. Instead he tighens his grip on my waist and pulls me closer. His face is inches from mine when he has the exact same reaction as he did on the train. I'm left alone once more, cursing the sweet music. Cinna comes up behind me and whispers in my ear.

"It's an old theatre song, from before the Dark days, something about unrequited love." He is killing me!


The next time I speak to Haymitch is on the last night of the Tour, out on the balcony of the mayors house in District 12. I'm leaning over the railing, freezing down to my bones when he stumbles out.

"You should go back inside," he says, you look freezing.

"I'd rather freeze than go back in there." I say quietly. "Everybody hates me... I hate me."

"What are you talking about? They don't hate you, they hate who they think you are. They don't know you. All they see when they look at you is some simple, Capitol woman who never wanted for anything, who loves the games. You're not that person... well at least not completely."

"I never told you how my dad died, did I?" the words are out of my mouth before I know what I'm saying. He simply shakes his head and steps closer. I decide to just tell him. "It was... twenty five years ago, only a little while before your Games. I was fourteen. I was in the kitchen... baking I think. When they came. Peacekeepers. He was gone in less than five minutes... Traitorous behavior. My mother was never quite the same again..."

"Well mabye, he was-"

"-No, he wasn't, he definitely wasn't." I cut him off, shaking my head. He whispers a pointless apology into my wig. "Don't apologise, it's nothing compared to what happened to your family." I curse myself for speaking, what is the mater with me? I shake my head.

"It's OK, it doesn't matter. No one blames you Effie... you know that, right?" I nod my head before going back inside.


I do so little over the next few months I forget what day it is, they all kind of meld together when you only work a few weeks a year. So I try to pass the time by perfecting some of my mothers old recipes, sure I buy a lot of flour but I have enough money. The joys of having one of the highest paying jobs in the Capitol. It's not until the wedding shoot that I actually have reason to the day of the week. When I ask Cinna it turns out to be a Wednesday, we leave for 12 on Friday.

The dresses are fabulous, really exquisite. I must admit, I'm a little bit glad I'm letting Cinna design my wedding dress... if I ever need one. Cinna says I have to come because I'm the wedding planner and because I'll be able to keep them all on schedule. I think he just want's to get me to 12 as often as possible. It's a long day and by the end everyone's so exhausted that they're barely able to keep it together long enough for dinner.


The next evening I find myself on my couch, glass of wine in hand about to watch Cinna's interview. The man is officially the most popular stylist the Capitol has to offer. I'm just about to leave the room when I'm reminded that this year is the third Quarter Quell. The reading of the card. What awful thing have you got in store this year? At least Katniss and Peeta are mentoring this year, there's no way Haymitch will be in any state to mentor.

President Snow takes the stage, reminding us of previous Quells as if we don't already know. He takes an envelope from the box being held up before him. He opens it slowly, far too slowly for my liking, and the he reads. "On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors. There will be no volunteers."

I'm frozen, only to be brought back to my senses by a splash of wine on my leg. Existing pool of victors? I'm a woman who's world is built on punctuality, this timing is far to convenient. There is no way on earth that was written Seventy five years ago. I already know who's name I'm going to pull out of that male reaping bowl. Haymitch is going into the arena, and I have to send him there.


Ok, finished it. Got a bit lost again in the middle but it turned out ok! Hope you enjoyed! I'll try to get another chap up bfore school starts but I'm not making any promises. Please review, it makes my day! Until next time! x