[Maybe it was only a matter of time before the book wound up here. She has. Peeta, Rue. Clove. Even the red fire dress Cinna had made her for the 74th Games was spotted in the garment shop. And then hidden. It's something she'll reclaim later rather than just now. After she decides if the reminder of the game outweighs the the reminder of her dear friend.
But she's so caught up in skimming the familiar pages that she doesn't notice Draco come up behind her. Startling a victor is never a good idea. In such close proximity, her bow will do little good. So she reaches for the knife on her belt. Her hand grips the handle, ready to defend against any attack.
But it's just the boy from the roof. The one with the broom and magic who had actually been kind of nice to talk to. Her stance relaxes just a little.]
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But she's so caught up in skimming the familiar pages that she doesn't notice Draco come up behind her. Startling a victor is never a good idea. In such close proximity, her bow will do little good. So she reaches for the knife on her belt. Her hand grips the handle, ready to defend against any attack.
But it's just the boy from the roof. The one with the broom and magic who had actually been kind of nice to talk to. Her stance relaxes just a little.]
It's something from home.