Hello friends! I decided to make a sequel to Just This Once, and here it is! This tells the events leading up to my other story. Hopefully you'll enjoy it!

I exhaled heavily, wrapping my arms around my knees. The Victory Tour was over. I was going home. There was just one minor setback. . . .

I looked over to where Haymitch was leaning against the wall, glaring at the man across the room. The man glanced away, looking down at his shoes.

"Miss Everdeen, if there's anything I can do to make you more comfortable. . ." he began.

"There isn't, Crane," I snapped at him. "I think this situation will be easier on all of us if we can both pretend you're not here."

The Gamemaker lowered his head respectfully, any other words silenced.

Still tense, I stood up and angrily stormed off to my room, nearly slamming into the train doors. I curled up on my bed, fuming.
I heard the doors open again and felt the weight of somebody sitting down on my bed.

"Sweetheart."

"Go away, Haymitch," I grumbled, throwing a pillow at him.

He ducked and laughed. "I'm glad this trip hasn't taken the spark out of you."

I grunted. "Not yet."

He was silent for a moment, all humor gone from his voice. "Snow's doing this to keep an eye on you, you know."

"I know. But I don't see why he has to be the one who stays and lives with me for seven months!"

"It's just a part of their game. Don't do anything stupid." He gave me a light touch on the shoulder and was gone.

So of course, I did the opposite of his advice.