After returning from the Renaissance Fair thing, Katniss had made sure to leave Wesley at the stairs with a kiss before returning to her own room. Tempting as it was to keep him here, or follow him to his room (and likely embarrass at least one roommate in the process), she needed time to think before...things happened again. Because she was pretty ( Read more... )

Katniss was slowly healing ( Read more... )

Katniss was at a loss as to what to do with her things ( Read more... )

At this point, it was taking all of Katniss' concentration not to actively have a nervous breakdown. In two days, she'd be going home, and in two weeks, she'd be reaped for the second time, and there wouldn't be any handful of nightlock to save her this go-around ( Read more... )

Since of course Katniss didn't have any guests coming, as she wasn't graduating, she wasn't at the mixer, either. She was instead in her room, curled up on her bed with a sleeping Wesley (yes, still an owl) beside her as she pored over volumes of books about wild plants ( Read more... )

Two and a half weeks ( Read more... )

Katniss was very, very quiet when she got out of bed this morning, because she was very good at it. Even when her father took her into the woods to show her how he hunted animals, she was very good at being quiet. Much quieter than Prim, anyway, because Prim was just a babyAnyway, she wanted to go play outside, since it was morning and no one here ( Read more... )

Katniss had spent her morning experiencing her first hangover, then being harshly woken by Peeta.

And then she'd been pushed back to Fandom, but with plenty on her mind. Peeta was right: this time they had an advantage. They could train. They would train. They'd become Careers. She would work hard here, to keep her skills sharp and her muscles ( Read more... )

Unlike my other characters many of her classmates, Katniss was not so worn out from the dance that she didn't rise at her usual time on Saturday morning. Perhaps it was because she hadn't had all that much punch, or done that much dancing. Such was life when you were Katniss, and you didn't really like parties that much ( Read more... )

Katniss had been in a rather somber mood since their return from Vail. And really, that was for Katniss values of 'somber,' so it bordered more on dreary and depressing. With Wesley's departure, she threw herself into her hunting even more, spending her time canvassing the woods for new spots, practicing her traps, and idling the days alone. It was ( Read more... )