Grayson still couldn't believe he and you weren't chosen to mentor the tributes, as he welcomed you and Coriolanus Snow, his closest friends, into the Hawthorne's lavish penthouse. But he hid his resentment well, as he greeted the both of you the "warmest way he knew how to," you would always joke.

"Good evening to you both," The boy took your coat for you, before reaching over and shaking Coriolanus' hand. "So, how'd the ceremony go?"

Coriolanus, or as Grayson addressed him when all of you were younger Coryo, kept his face neutral. "I got the girl from 12. The one who sang. Her name was Lucy, I believe."

"The girl who slipped a snake into that other girl's panties." You added, noticing the mild confusion crossing Grayson's features. The Ceremony was private, non televised. The mentors for each tributes would instead be revealed tonight, on the news channel. The Hawthorne had decided to invite you both to stay the next couple of nights here, in celebration of Coryo's achievement. Even he still was feeling sore over not being picked.

Just like old times, he thought, as the commotion moved into the common area of his ancestral home.