Room 221 [Thursday afternoon]
Katniss was actually up and moving and tidying her side of the room. On purpose. Without hiding, or crying under a blanket, or trying to move her things so she could sit in her closet and mope.
She had the shades drawn, too, to let the cool fall sunlight sift through the window. She wasn't humming as she folded her clothes and dusted things that she hadn't used in months, but it was a close thing. Her hair was down, too, unplaited today. She looked relaxed.
Her door, too, was open, and for once she wasn't dreading the idea of a visitor.
[open door and post, omg my girl is finally sort of not-unhappy again yay.]
She had the shades drawn, too, to let the cool fall sunlight sift through the window. She wasn't humming as she folded her clothes and dusted things that she hadn't used in months, but it was a close thing. Her hair was down, too, unplaited today. She looked relaxed.
Her door, too, was open, and for once she wasn't dreading the idea of a visitor.
[open door and post, omg my girl is finally sort of not-unhappy again yay.]