Mags O'dair had lived what many would call a completely unextraordinary life. The daughter of two blue-collar factory workers, Mags had spent the last 67 years of her life working as a secretary for President Snow of Panem Co. She had never flown in an airplane, never bought her own house, never done anything that most people would consider to be of consequence.

At the age of 19, Mags met Eric O'dair, a data processor at Panem Co. The two fell madly in love and were married a year later. On the night of their wedding, Mags moved from her parent's home into Eric's 2-bedroom apartment. Together they raised two children, April and Sebastian, and between the two of them, they provided her with three grandchildren.

April married John Everdeen, a coal miner from the adjacent town, and gave birth to two daughters: Katniss and Prim. Sebastian married Celine Trita, his high school sweetheart and later the swim coach at the local high school, who gave birth to a son: Finnick.

Mags loved her children, and her grandchildren even more. And when her precious children died in a car crash three years ago, she and Eric had taken on the role of parenting their three grandchildren. Two years later, Eric experienced a fatal heart attack. Mags's heart broke that day.

Mags died a year later, and was buried in a grave next to her love. Her funeral is where our story begins.

"Katniss?" Prim asked, looking up at her big sister with wide, tearful eyes. "Why did grandma die?"

Katniss pulled the little girl into her arms and kissed her hair. "Because she loved grandpa so much that she couldn't bear to be without him. And now they're together again." Katniss pointed to the coffin lowering into the grave next to her grandfather's tombstone.

Prim sniffled. "Are we going to see her again?"

Katniss nodded. "You bet, Prim. It won't be any time soon, but we'll see her and grandpa again."

"How are my favorite girls doing?"

Katniss and Prim looked up to see Finnick walking towards them, smiling sadly. Prim jumped up from Katniss's lap and ran into his waiting arms.

"It's not fair!" Prim stated. "It's not fair that she left."

Finnick nodded. "I know, Sprout. I know. But now she and grandpa get to be together forever and ever."

"That's what K…*hic*…atniss said," Prim whispered.

"And Katniss is a very smart lady," Finnick commented. He then smiled and looked towards his other cousin. "She'd have to be to get into a school like Panem U!"

Katniss blushed. "They had fewer applicants this year. I wouldn't have gotten in otherwise."

Finnick clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Don't sell yourself short, Katniss. You're smart. Deal with it."

Katniss shoved him in the shoulder, and he did the same to her before stooping down to pick Prim up and tickle her stomach, causing her to giggle. The three laughed together.

Someone cleared their throat behind them, causing the three to turn towards the noise. It was a man, not much younger than Mags was, dressed in a black suit with a brown tie. He clutched a briefcase in one hand.

"Sorry to bother you," he stammered, "but am I correct in assuming you three are Mag's grandchildren."

Finnick nodded, adjusting prim in his arms so that she was clinging to his back. He shook the man's hand. "That's right. I'm Finnick O'dair."

The man smiled. "Of course – Mags would never shut up about how the Finnick O'dair was her grandson."

"How did you know grandma Mags?" Katniss asked, stepping forward.

The man cleared his throat. "Of course, how rude of me. I'm Haymitch Abernathy – your grandparents' attorney. I was also a close friend of Eric's. We worked together at Panem Co." Finnick nodded for him to continue. "Anyway, I know that this is a very fragile time, but Mags was very keen that her and her husband's will be read as close to her…um…death…as possible. Would you possibly be able to stop by my office for an hour or so tomorrow?"

Finnick and Katniss glanced at each other. Katniss nodded. "Could we meet after five? I've already missed a lot of work this week, what with everything that's been going on, and I'd hate to call in sick again."

Haymitch smiled kindly at her. "Absolutely. How about we meet at 5:30? The office closes at 7, so that should give us plenty of time to go over everything – there's not too much."

Both of the elder cousins agreed, shook the man's hand, and gathered their things to leave. Finnick swung Prim back and forth by her arms as they walked away from the grave. Katniss blew a kiss to the fresh dirt that now covered the coffin and vowed to come back later in the week to pay her respects without Prim. Katniss loved her sister, but keeping up a brave face for the 6-year-old was somewhat draining.

The trio arrived at Katniss' car and Prim jumped into her car seat, buckling herself in with an expert touch. Katniss closed the door and turned to move to her own.

"How you doing? Hanging in there?" Finnick asked her sympathetically.

Katniss nodded. "I'm alright. At this point, I really just want to go home and lay down for a bit. This was a bit…you know."

Finnick smiled sadly. "Yeah, I know. You go home and get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow for the meeting."

"Sounds good." Katniss hugged Finnick and kissed his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

And with that, Katniss climbed into the car and drove away.

A/N: Okay, I'm not 100% sure where this story is going, but I have high hopes for it. I know this was a fairly abrupt chapter, but I am trying to lay the groundwork for a bigger picture as quickly as possible here. I promise, we will go more in depth into each character later on in the story. Please review!