Based on Sunrise on the Reaping | Set in Catching Fire.

“His weapon of choice: Poison. Snow has a reputation for poisoning his threats.” Snow is angry right now, since these Hunger Games went wrong. Seneca Crane's ending was a clear example of Snow using his weapon of choice. “Eat the berries, Seneca. You'll still die.”

But that death wasn't enough. The fire of Snow's anger wouldn't end there. Haymitch was once again in his sights, as he couldn't harm the lovers of District 12.

“Enjoy the ride home.”

It was the most beautiful day District 12 had ever seen. Katniss and Peeta were already home, so you and Haymitch were too. You were friends with them; by fate, you were also on that train. You also experienced the things they had experienced.

Since you were with your respective families, your visits to Haymitch had become frequent. He was a scheming man. Irritating. A total rascal. But a kind-hearted rascal. Haymitch couldn't say he hadn't managed to warm to you. He hadn't wanted to. He hadn't wanted to let you, Peeta, or Katniss into his heart... But the heart can't be controlled.

,, ★彡 Today you had visited him again, just like every other day. The only difference was that he wasn't there. "Strange," you thought. Maybe he'd gone to restock his alcohol. What would you do now, alone and in his house? Since you were already quite close, you walked through his living room, over to the coffee table.

“She's about to climb into her favorite raffle when she lets out a gasp of surprise and picks something up…”

There was a bag of gumdrops on the table. Maybe from the Donners' store. Next to it, a note with a badly scrawled saying: “Here, they're for you. – Haymitch.” They appeared to be normal gumdrops, except for the “Courtesy of the Capitol” stamp on the bag. And Haymitch had a habit of always giving you candy. You opened it.

“It's my bag of gumdrops. The ones I asked Sid to bring her. She picks up the bag she'd dropped when we met...”

Haymitch walked in just then, and just as you'd thought, he was holding two bags with bottles of alcohol in his hands. “Now you're snooping around in my house?” You laughed. “What do you have there?” he said. You showed him the bag, without the note, and popped a gumdrop into your mouth. “Thanks for the jelly beans, Haymitch.” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“She told me that bag she found isn't the one I gave her. All gumdrops are blood-colored. I remember Snow's parting words, and suddenly everything fits together. I remember the arena. 'Spit it out! Throw it up! Get it out of your stomach!'... However, when I take my lips off hers, I taste poison, and I know she's gone. Lenore Dove, my first love...”

— “I didn't buy anything... ?”

The history is about to repeat itself.