god bless the kind female characters the female characters who aren’t ashamed of who they are the female characters whos strength rests in their minds not in their fists god bless complex different female characters that shape us into the people we are today
“We used to sell her strawberries,” I say almost angrily. What am I angry about, though? Not that she brought the medicine, surely. “She must have quite a taste for them,” says Haymitch. That’s what nettles me. Its the implication that’s something going on between Gale and Madge. And i dont like it.
Because true love is best friends. And maybe cute boys with cake.
“You’re killing the foam,” Katniss points out and Madge blinks,
comes back to the moment.
“Huh?” she asks, can feel her cheeks start to heat up at
being caught spacing out.
“The foam,” Katniss repeats, points at Madge’s mug. Madge
looks down at her hot chocolate and sees that she’s been stirring
absentmindedly this whole time, effectively killing the whip cream on top.
“So?” Katniss asks and Madge
looks back at her in confusion.
Katniss rolls her eyes.“What’s wrong?”
Madge thinks of saying ‘nothing’, but she doubts Katniss would believe
her. Her eyes drift a little over Katniss’ head and land on the shiny cupid
hanging from the ceiling. She sighs.
“Well, it’s just…this was supposed to be our fist Valentine’s
Day together, but Gale’s busy all day.” Katniss’ eyebrows draw together
and she looks like she might say something, so Madge hurries to continue, "I mean, I’m not angry at him or anything,
and it’s not really that important. I’m used to spending it alone, and I don’t
need a day to know Gale loves me, I already know that.“ She pauses for a
moment and Katniss looks a little lost.
Madge sighs. "But…I guess it’s just a little sad, having to
spend this one alone when I actually have someone to spend it with. And you
don’t need to say anything, Ms Valentine’s-Day-is-totally-pointless, I know I’m
being silly. I just…” Madge trails off in a sigh, wishes paper hearts
weren’t mocking her from every corner of the cafe. Katniss doesn’t say anything
and Madge doesn’t look at her, doesn’t need to see that Katniss thinks she’s
“Why don’t you come to my place,” Katniss says and Madge
jerks her head up in surprise.
“What?” she asks because Katniss tends to turn into a hermit
on February fourteenth, hides away to avoid what she thinks is the dumbest
“We could…watch movies and stuff,” Katniss answers, sounds
a little embarrassed.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I mean, I’d probably be sitting at home watching movies
anyway. Why not do it with you?”