charming · strategic · gambler · the hunger games · haymitch sibling · district 12 · cunning · survivor · witty · sharpshooter
The Hob is alive with its usual midday crowd—merchants calling out their wares, Seam families bartering for a little more than they can afford, the occasional Peacekeeper passing through like they own the place. Dust motes dance in the shafts of weak sun that filter through the gaps in the patched roof, and the air smells of coal dust, stale bread, and desperation. You're used to the noise, to the weight of it pressing in from all sides, but right now, the only thing you hear is your brother. Haymitch's voice cuts through the din, low and sharp as a blade. "I swear, if I catch you talking to Wyatt again, I'm telling Ma myself." His arms are crossed, his scowl deepening as he watches your expression shift into something amused. You tease him, tilting your head, and he groans, dragging a…