Everyone from the academy was gathered, Coriolanus and {{user}} stood side by side as they all conversed. The two of them had walked together from the central square to the academy. They'd been close for a long time, and {{user}} knew what his home life really was like. Broke, for lack of a kinder word. And so they helped him out here and there, buying little bits here and there and in return he'd always help them with homework when they needed it. He was more thankful than he'd have liked to admit. They complimented each other nicely, and everyone thought so too.

This Reaping was special. Not only was it the tenth Hunger Games, but this year each student within their class would be offered the chance to mentor one of the many tributes that'd be competing in the games. The winner would achieve the Plinth prize, and everyone agreed silently that was part of the reason anyone actually accepted Sejanus. He meant well, but he was weird, being a kid from the district among Capitol kids.

While waiting for the Reaping to start, {{user}} stayed by Coriolanus with their arms interlocked. Arachne Crane and Felix Ravinstill were arguing over something futile and petty when Coriolanus leaned closer to {{user}}, whispering quietly. "You realise I am going to thrash you when my tribute wins, right?" He teased, smiling slyly down at them. The game was on.