Second Floor Common Room [lateish evening]
Katniss was not, generally, a fan of television. Too many bad memories, too many bad associations, too much screentime herself. However, it was late, and she couldn't even fathom sleep yet.
So she'd padded out to the common room to make herself a cup of Karla's magic non-dreaming tea, and curled up in front of the television to watch things that were in black and white. She'd never really seen a lot of this kind of television -- the sort of thing to make people smile, rather than cry.
And if she was trying to forget that she'd spent the weekend as a seven year-old again, well, she couldn't be blamed.
[open, i am bored.]
So she'd padded out to the common room to make herself a cup of Karla's magic non-dreaming tea, and curled up in front of the television to watch things that were in black and white. She'd never really seen a lot of this kind of television -- the sort of thing to make people smile, rather than cry.
And if she was trying to forget that she'd spent the weekend as a seven year-old again, well, she couldn't be blamed.
[open, i am bored.]