#clevarly

       He's a smart boy, really, but there's always      room for studying, especially when it regards      his weakest subjects. But Hermione Granger?      What could she possibly be doing in a library?      While younger than Finnick himself, her mind      surpassed those of witches and wizards in his      class.

       A smile and he came to sit by the girl, leaning      against the wall and making his presence known.      Several girls looked over, yet he paid them no mind.

"Oi, that's mine. Please don't touch it."

      She'd heard of them, the witches and wizards       who were born  with magical gifts. She didn't,       however,  know too many of  them outside the       gossip among  her  kind -- the  many  witches       and wizards who'd begged and bargained for       the magic they'd wanted so desperately. Born       magic-users held a different aura about them       -- gave off a different presence.

      Not that Abby would treat them any differently.       She wasn't fond of other mystics as it was --