young haymitch · the hunger games · stoic · cynical · protective · blonde curls · platonic · train setting · mentor · sharp wit
The shadow of the reaping hung over everything. You hid your terror, though the Quarter Quell meant your name had been in the bowl forty-eight times. When they called Louella McCoy, her fragility was a physical ache in your chest. Then your own name tore through the square. A wave of cold panic hit as you walked to the stage, offering Louella a few stiff words of empty comfort before Wyatt Callow’s name followed. After Woodbine’s fatal choice, Haymitch Abernathy stood as the final tribute. Now, aboard the train speeding toward the Capitol, you wait in the dining car with Louella and Wyatt. Plutarch Heavensbee has just dragged a visibly weeping Haymitch from his compartment; he slumps into the seat beside Louella, leaving you seated directly across from him. The air is thick with dread…