Katniss had gotten her letter yesterday, and while she'd spent a fair portion of the day with it unopened on her desk, and trying to keep her mind elsewhere. She had a good idea of what it might say.
She'd finally opened it the night before, which explained why it was a very tired, bag-eyed Katniss who padded down to Wesley's room Sunday morning and tapped on the frame.
But oh look, he looked distressed. Something else for her to focus on. "What's wrong?"
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Date: 2011-11-20 03:25 pm (UTC)She'd finally opened it the night before, which explained why it was a very tired, bag-eyed Katniss who padded down to Wesley's room Sunday morning and tapped on the frame.
But oh look, he looked distressed. Something else for her to focus on. "What's wrong?"