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Sep 15, 2019 2:29 AM
Lily Evans and Severus Snape are selected for the Hunger Games
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She'd been so worried when they announced that the twenty-fifth Hunger Games would select its tributes by vote. 

Not for herself, of course. There was no need to be concerned for herself; she was everyone's friend! Everyone loved her, of course, sunny beautiful friendly beloved Lily Evans, daughter of the administrators who kept everything running smoothly. No one would vote for her to be a tribute, obviously. She had been worried for her best friend, though! She had despaired for weeks, in fact, over Severus, who was scorned by all and sundry no matter how hard she tried to explain to them that he was just shy, and strange, and he really didn't mean to come across so very sharp and hurtful and he'd warm up to them if they gave him a chance, really. For all that everyone loved her, they had never really been very willing to listen about Severus. So - why not? Who else? (And that had been the hardest question, really, up until now. She had been so sure that she could convince everyone to pick someone else, anyone else, if only she could have settled upon a target to denounce. As it was, she had simply gone around pleading in vain that they choose - someone else - not him, not her dearest friend, not her can't say favorite it makes them feel unloved Severus - ) 

She had at no point even considered that she needed to plead not me, not me, anyone but me.  

At first she had thought: What, no, I must have misheard.

 Surely Mom and Dad will ... ?  

But Mom and Dad had been frozen, horror-struck, useless, as everyone turned to watch her climb the seemingly infinite steps to the stage. 

None of them had even looked surprised.

"So," she said, once the stage had receded into the distance in the train's window, to the people she had never expected to need to talk to. Her voice sounded like a strange hollow echo. "I suppose now we have to choose outfits to perform in before we die horribly?" 

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The Capitol representative, Valentina Mulderberry, sniffs loudly. She's a caustic woman with a haughty, aquiline nose, and it's her third year in a row representing District 10. She's never been one to take a poor attitude to life, so when she heard news of her job status again this year — curse her uncle, really, what did he think would happen? — she'd gamely trotted out her various leather and livestock-themed accouterments and made sure to plug her nose on the train there. But the tributes were, are always a hassle. Her most unfavorite part of an unfavorite job. She'd not studied nearly seven years, and policy track too, to edify the unedified, civilize the uncivilized, etcetera, like the television was always trying to—

anyway.

Valentina frowns down at the diminutive girl. The girl is in what passes for nice clothes here, Valentina thinks. Probably the daughter of some factory manager or somesuch. Probably thought herself something important. A nasty surprise it must have been, the reaping, from the look on her face then. Not a strong start. None of the children from this district ever were. A distasteful thing, the Games. And, more importantly, far away from where the real decisions were happening.

"And what was your name again?" says Valentina, simperingly sweet.

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"Her name is Lily Evans." His voice is hard, almost accusative.

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She almost reflexively says, no I'm not, I'm Lily Evans, because the words are technically correct but the tone is all wrong, like he's talking about someone else. She was expecting the Capitol people to be rude to her, but not Sev

Well. She did sort of dramatically fail to prevent this from happening. 

So she sits up straighter and smiles. "Yes, that's right, and this is Severus Snape, I'm sure we're both delighted to meet you, Ms. ... ?" 

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"I'm not. Delighted to meet her, that is."

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She sniffs again, giving Severus a sharp look. "Mulderberry. Well, Lily, I'll have you know that you don't choose your costumes yourselves. If the tributes could choose their own costumes— well, never mind. I don't expect you to understand."

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... it's probably childish of her to be disappointed about that, isn't it. 

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Valentina watches the girl tribute struggle — and fail — to conceal her disappointment. Not victor material, that one, Valentina can already tell.

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"Where's our district representative?"

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Huh, good question. 

(Lily will choose to ignore Valentina's disdain at this time. She can prove her wrong. She just has to - not die. Yeah. Easy.) 

"Do we meet them later, or ... ?" 

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— she sighs. "Your district representative clearly considers herself above the occasion." A bite in her voice suggests this is an ongoing issue.

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Before today, he'd only ever seen Lynette Bareldry officiating at the reaping. He likes her more already.

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She notices the boy's smirk and doesn't bother commenting. What a waste of time.

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Typical of him, to be pleased whenever anyone shows signs of hating people as fraction as much as he does. Someday he will look back on this and be fondly amused at himself, too, she's sure. 

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"How unhelpful of her. Okay, so what do we do in the meantime, then?"  

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"Mmm. A typical approach would be to discuss strategy. Presentation."

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Didn't she just say we didn't get to pick those - 

"Sure, that makes sense. Do you have any suggestions, o esteemed expert?" 

This is only like 3% sarcastic. She legitimately does want to hear about how to make herself presentable to the Capitol. 

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That gets Lily a glare. Valentina isn't stupid.

"You want to play off aspects of your personality that are already present," she says curtly. "If you're playing someone who you aren't really, they're going to know. Don't fake it."

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.....That's not bad advice, really.

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Indeed it is not. Lily nods thoughtfully. 

What parts of her personality would be useful here? 

"Well, I'm usually pretty good at getting people to like me," she begins, and then pauses, and considers that statement in light of recent events.  " ... no, I suppose that must be false, mustn't it." 

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She takes a moment to mourn her self-image, and then sighs and looks at Severus. 

Who, mad at her though he must be, at least has never lied to her. 

"Sev, what am I actually good at that'd be useful here?" 

(She's great at books, she's pretty sure that's still true, but books don't win the Hunger Games.) 

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......He feels sorry for Lily.

"You're smart," he says harshly, almost as if it's not meant to be a compliment. You were kind to me when no one else was. There's something better about you, something the others know and instinctively want to destroy. "You don't betray people. You're good at following orders and you're sometimes capable of being cunning."

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Of course, he already knows what his persona is going to be.

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You don't betray people

It ... had not actually occurred to Lily that this was a virtue. She had been disappointed in herself for not having the willpower to do it, not being able to pick an innocent but less important yearmate and try to throw them into the Games, because she had just assumed the baseline state of humans was to not-betray-people. 

Evidently, she should instead have been disappointed in everyone else. 

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She feels a little better about herself, though. Faint praise - you can sometimes be cunning, gee, thanks - is still praise, and she's a little starved for it at the moment. 

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"Oh," she says, nodding, "okay, so, then, my character trait to emphasize here is that I am a pacifist and I really don't want to hurt anybody? And - then hopefully when someone actually attacks me in real life I can do it after all, but with, uh, dramatic emotional resonance?" 

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