Katniss pastes her sweaty, bloody hand from the moist forest ground onto her throbbing head. What she remembers, or what she thinks she remembers, is falling off a tree and getting her head wacked by something. How am I alive? Behind her, she can hear what sounds like a teenage boy hollering at someone. When she turns her pounding head in his general direction, the only thing she can make out, in the pitch black darkness, is a boy with bleach blonde hair waving his hands in the air.

"You idiot!" he shouts. But when she takes a closer look she realizes that he's not talking to a person, but rather a . . . tree? In the shadows of the night, it's nearly impossible to make out any type of figure let alone a live person. "I hate this!" He yells into the cloudy sky.

Katniss know she shouldn't, but for some odd reason she feels remorse for her savior yet assailant. "Hello?" her voice raw and dull. When was the last time she drank something? She doesn't know.

The boy turns around quickly, red filling his pale cheeks. "Who are you? And what's going on?" he says in a deep, menacing voice. Almost sounding fake.

"Who are you?" she bounces the question back.

"I asked you first, muggle." Muggle?

"Oh, boy. Please tell me you're not one of them," Katniss whispers under her breathe.

"I am not one them. I'm friends with them." He throws his hand behind him, as if he were pointing to an audience behind him.

"Are you alright?" She asks. Like the speed of a deer fleeing its predator, the boy raises a stick to her face, inches from poking out her eye. Here we go again. "What's with these sticks?" He examines his wand.

"This is not a stick." He moves closer. "Conf—"

"Yeah, yeah I get it. You're going to scream some fancy word like dictionary at me, then a spark of bright neon looking light is going to spew out the end, then I'm going to scream, then you're going to scream, then someone will hear us screaming, then we'll die. I get it already."

The boy creases his eyebrows. "If case you noticed, I was the one who screamed a 'fancy' word to save you. And if fixed your arm. If it weren't for me, you'd be dead."

"Yes, I know. And right now, if you keep me alive, then I can help you stay alive." She smiles. And for the first time in these long and dangerous couple of days the boys smile. "I'm Katniss. And since you fixed my arm, it would be nice if you'd do the same for my head. Care to tell me your name?

He raises an eyebrow and exhales. "No, not really, muggle."