When Wesley reached ten, he even gave her a few extra seconds before he opened his eyes, then took in the room. Alright. Closed blinds, locked door... hmm.

First he checked his and Alex's closets, methodically taking in the top shelves of each one as well as under the clothes (you could never know with Katniss), and then slowly made his way around the rest of the room, checking under the desks. He was crouching down to check under his bed when he detected just the faintest rising and faling under the covers.

Well. Crafty, wasn't she?

But after all, she had chosen that hiding place carefully, and it wouldn't do to find her right away, so he straightened up as if he hadn't noticed her. "Katniss?" he called, feigning confusion. "Good lord, I really am rubbish at this..."