(ᵃᵖ) TENNESSEE WHISKEY GOT ME DRINKIN' IN HEAVEN.

a total dragon nerd who’s always up for a game of quidditch and/or illegal activities, such as literally smuggling a baby dragon out of one of the best protected wizarding schools in the cosmos

a cat-loving pathologist who is surrounded by corpses 24/7 but who is still an actual ray of sunshine

a blonde française who can kick your ass while looking seductive as fuck 

a chocolate-eating wizard who was a werewolf before the Twilight movies made it lousy 

a salty mentor who swears A LOT and is drunk 101% of the time but who really just needs to be hugged ( he’ll try his best not to let you, though ). 

eyes are trained not to follow the prompter – she’s learned this as a successful escort before. everything is meant to look natural, as though all surroundings are under control.

      ‘ president snow wishes to have a conversation with district 13. if they do not comply, all remaining prisoners will be… ’ her voice cuts off, the next world hanging over her head. but she knows she ill be punished if she pauses TOO long. ‘ all remaining prisoners will be executed. ’ peeta. jo. annie. portia. ‘ all information will be spoken through me. you have an hour to decide, alma coin. i hope you make the right decision. & as always – ’ her breath hitches again as the sentence appears, words that cut her deeply. suddenly she’s the bubbly escort again, naive & new, a blonde bombshell. her voice turns to butter, her capitol accent pungent.

      ‘ may the odds be EVER in your favor. ’ 

       ' Y’all heard what she said. Contact them. ’

As if a miracle occurs, the man manages to keep his voice sound CALM, while his heart races in his chest& he desperately wants to do something useful, something to HELP the captured ones without having to give in to the Capitol’s demands. Haymitch knows he has to emphasize the danger Peeta is in in order to catch the grey-haired President’s approval, for the other prisoners seemingly have  little to no value to her. Coin’s reply doesn’t match the answer he was hoping for-- she shoots a stern glare in his direction and slowly shakes her head. ‘ We have to examine the situation before we make a decision. This is not the time to act out of nor rely on instincts and emotions, mr Abernathy. ’