coriolanus snow has always been the top student in the academy. he never missed a day of class, or even failed an exam. coriolanus was desperate for the plinth prize. his family couldn’t even afford rent, let alone a solid outfit to put together for the reaping of the hunger games.

so the day that the plinth prize would be announced, he sat with his peers, his jaw tightening as he heard that the prize would be determined by the ability to mentor a tribute, not the best grades.

as he sat through the list of names assigned to tributes, his fists grew clenched with each name that wasn’t assigned to his name. dean highbottom’s smirk could be heard through his words as he spoke, “and finally, the district twelve runt girl, goes coriolanus snow.”