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The 76th Hunger Games- Reaping Day

District 8- Edmund Pevensie & Ginny Weasley

Ginny glanced at her friend and smiled slightly in the crowd of 16-year-olds. Even if she was in District 8 without her family she had to take part in the Reaping whether she liked it or not. Her mind was racing as she counted the seconds untill all this would be over and she could go back to her school dorm and pretend such a world didn't exist. "Ginny Weasley!" the man in a green pinstripped suit growled holding a slit of paper he had just read from. The air whooshed out of her as she stared at the man without believing what he just said. But he didn't seem to care that she was standing stock still right where she was and hurried over to the boys glass ball.

"Edmund Pevensie!" He called holding a new slit of paper in his large hand. A dark haired boy walked on stage with a calm stature but he had a look of incredulity on his sharp features. Ginny lifted her chin and assumed a face of indifference as she walked to her place. It was after all the only way they'd take her seriously.

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The 76th Hunger Games- Reaping Day

District 6- Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley

"Hermione Granger!" the short lady in the pink suit screeched and Ron's heart plummeted into a void of misery and anxiety. Why her? Why her of all people!? She was holding her chin high and striding on to the stage but Ron could see the slightest quiver of her fingers. He admired her for that. Her unstoppable pride. But even that couldn't lower his anxiety for his childhood friend. 

"Ron Weasley!" the lady called and Ron gave a start. He hadn't even realized that she had walked all the way to the boys glass ball and now she was holding a slip of paper with his name on it. Molly Weasley gasped and ran to hold on to her youngest son but she couldn't do a thing now. He was chosen and he was expected to kill a person he so dearly loved.

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The 76th Hunger Games- Reaping Day

District 4- Percy Jackson & Lucy Pevensie

"Percy Jackson!" The funky lady with the unicorn tattoo screeched into the microphone. Oh great! My bad luck really is this horrible! Percy thought as he heaved a huge sigh and glanced at the barber's wife who was, as usual, glaring at him. He had the distinct feeling that she was disappointed that her son didn't get chosen.

Well it's not like I wanted this! He wanted to shout at her but he refrained from doing so and walked to the stage in an awkward sort of way. The crowd (after much whispering and pointed looks of disgust in his way) fell silent once more and awaited the name of the girl tribute. The lady walked over to the girl's glass ball (surprisingly fast on those extremely high heels) and gave it a shake as the crowd held their breath.

"Lucy Pevensie!" The lady smiled but Percy's insides were roaring in rage. A twelve year old! Could they have sunken that low? He knew Lucy after teaching her how to catch some very clever Slimyslinks in the eastern side of the ocean a couple of months ago and he knew she was such a gentle soul. Yet she was chosen now and had to fight a bunch of teenagers so much older and stronger than she was. He waited, hoping somebody would volunteer in her place but to his utter horror nobody did. Lucy looked very brave and quite graceful as she walked on to the stage but when they reached the train station her mask of indifference fell and the fear was fresh on her delicate features.