(p.s. this chapter has not been edited at all so if my writing seems a little off that's why, I'll get to editing it tomorrow but I wanted to get this up for you all <3 missed u!)

third person pov

The next morning Rose scrambled out of bed long before anyone would dare wake. She tossed on a black flowy dress and her usual doc martens,  hair pulled back in a failed braid. Truthfully, Rose only slept for two hours.

She had a lot of time to think last night after assuring Mattheo was asleep. Rose took out a tattered journal and started listing all possible suspect behind the goblet. Although she never flaunted her impeccable mind, on a fool would try to protest her genuis. Maybe she was a failure and oblivious when to came to love, but nothing else.

That is how Rose found herself in the DADA office.

She had visited this office under two of it's previous occupants. In Professor Lockhart's day, the walls had been plastered with beaming, winking pictures of Professor Lockhart himself. When Lupin had lived here, you were more likely to come across a specimen of some fascinating new Dark creature he had procured for them to study in class. Now, however, the office was full of a number of exceptionally odd objects that Rose supposed Moody had used in the days when he had been an Auror.

On his desk stood what looked like a large, cracked, glass spinning top; Rose recognized it at once as a Sneakoscope, because Walburga owned one, though it was much bigger than Moody's. In the corner on a small table stood an object that looked something like an extra-squiggly, golden television aerial. It was humming slightly. What appeared to be a mirror hung opposite on the wall, but it was not reflecting the room. Shadowy figures were moving around inside it, none of them clearly in focus.

"Like my Dark Detectors, do you?" says Moody tiredly, who was watching Rose closely from behind as her fingers ran across his desk.

"Not really one for those opposing the Dark Arts" Rose muttered distantly, "I suppose someone with your morals disagrees"

Moody huffs and it's a loud sound combined with his peg leg and cane as he circles the desk to be in front of her, "What are you doing in my office at six in the morning Miss Black?"

Rose finally meets his gaze, "I have a question sir"

"It couldn't wait until the sun rises?" Moody seemed aggravated by her wake up call, rustling around before taking a seat in a brown plush chair.

"I'm afraid not, no." Rose smiles kindly but it doesn't reach her eyes, "During your days as an Auror...did you ever run into my uncle, Regulus Black?"

Silence strikes the room at once and Barty Crouch Jr, who is the one really under the guise of Mad-eye Moody, goes completely still.

"Hm?" Rose questions.

"No." He answers curtly, lips pursing together. "I'm afraid I never met the man"

"Is that so? He was quite loyal to he who must not be named....worked up to the top ranks rather quickly for a seventeen year old boy" She placed her hand on the wooden top desk and leans forward, "Of course he died in service as most do"

Moody's glass eye zooms in on her, putting a great show forward. "Isn't that what all Deatheaters deserve? To die?"

"I would think not. They are human just like you and me...maybe their families forced them into it? Maybe Voldemort gave them an ultimatum? Maybe they never knew different? Maybe they didn't want to chose good over their closest friends? We never really know the true story, do we?"

"I don't see the point of this conversation Miss Black."

"We must always be careful about powerful men" She sighed heavily, "They take and take what they need—uncaring who and what they harm in their wake. Women though, we give and give."

Moody began slowly nodding, pulling a small tin flask from his pocket and taking a sip. "Although I agree with you I have no clue where this is headed"

"Last night, when I was upset about being dragged into this tournament, no one listened to me."  Rose tapped her long clipped nails on the desk, "When a man raises his voice he becomes a force to be reckoned with but when I do I'm crazy? Unstable? This seems to completely disregard women's opinions and isn't quite fair."

"The world is not fair Miss Black"

"That's easy for you to say, as a man." She inhaled deeply to attempt smelling what he drank, "Listen, I know the prophet makes me out to be some wild-child with all these issues and I did get angry last night but that's because no one listens to me. I feel invalidated after Dumbledore boiled everything down to me being on medication. Why is it so hard for them to believe this is the work of Voldemort?"

Moody sees the sadness in her eyes but doesn't know it's fake. "Miss Black if I could take you out of this tournament I would—"

"I beg to differ. Isn't it amusing for you? Watching teenagers fight to survive? After all you killed plenty during the first war. Evan Rosier ring any bells?"

She watched his sharp inhale, the slight twitch of his hands before he buried them under the desk.

"Go to your dorm Miss Black!" His voice boomed.

"I have a contact at Azkaban—"

Moody interrupts unsteadily, "That is...impossible"

"Not when you have as much money as I do. Even the best of people can be swayed with the right number." Rose laughed dryly, "I had him do a cell check on all locked up Deatheater's and received a update around five this morning. He realized Barty Crouch Jr. was missing, of course he cannot report it because legally no guards are supposed to visit cells....I need a favor from you."

A layer of sweat coated Moody's forehead, voice coming out in an accidental snarl. "What's that?"

"Find out what can you about this Barty person? I assume you have connections that can keep quiet" Rose asked innocently in a way he could never second guess. Truthfully, she already had her PI looking for Barty Crouch Jr. but Rose also knew there was an eighty percent chance she was looking dead at the Azkaban escapee. From the flask he drank out of every four hours to the nervous tick of his tongue, a note put in Barty Crouch Jr's health files.

Did Rose need sleep?

Yes.

Was her insomnia making her piece everything together?

Also yes.

Moody's lips curved into a stiff smile, "I will do so Miss Black but this needs to stay between us—"

Rose cut him off, "Oh I know....I would get in quite the hassle with the Ministry if they knew I was paying guards and Dumbledore would lose his mind with worry about me looking for a murderer"

Moody rised up from his seat with a curt nod, planning to tear her mind away form himself. "One last thing—the first task is Dragon's"

"Dragons?!" Rose spluttered out, her shell of gameplay shattering. "Why...why would you tell me that?!"

"You heard me."

*

When Rose arrived back to her dorm the door swung open. Mattheo halted with a sweatshirt in hand, features perking up to see her.

"Oh, there you are"

Rose forced her lips into a smile, no plan to tell him about the information she just learned. "I went for a stroll"

"A stroll?" Mattheo laughed and slid his hand onto the side of her neck, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. You off to your dorm?"

"Mhm," He mumbled before curtly pressing his lips to her own. "I'll see you in a little"

"Okay!" She replied happily, "I think—"

"Rosie?"

Rose peered over Mattheo's shoulder and saw Draco standing in the middle of the room, oblivious to the hurt written all over his face after watching her kiss somebody. "Morning"

Draco opened his mouth then closed it before daring to speak, "I was going to see if you would go to Hogsmeade for cat food with me"

Mattheo raised a eyebrow back at the blonde. Rose might be oblivious but it was clear as day to him that Draco was upset.

"Yeah we can I just need to go get ready and feed Nyx" Rose nodded and lifted up to peck Mattheo's lips one last time. "See you soon"

She waited until the door closed behind Mattheo to walk over to Draco's bed. Rose sat down on the edge, picking up the tiny black kitten with a real smile crossing her face. "She's a beaut"

Draco dropped down in front of her as she cradled the cat like a baby. He had to stifle a laugh at the kitten that reminded him of himself. Lyra was letting Rose cradle her but was looking to Draco with wide eyes that screamed for help.

Rose smiles sleepily up at him, "What's funny Draco?"

He shook his head lightly, unknowingly turning his lips up in a soft way at her being so talkative. "She likes you a lot"

Suddenly Rose grasped his hand and forced it on the kitten's belly, "Scratch her!"

Weariness consumed his face to which she only laughs, using her free hand to move his up then down. Lyra begins to purr, turning his wary look into one of disbelief. "She's a odd cat"

"A odd cat for a odd boy"

Draco scoffs, "I'm not a odd boy"

"You wouldn't have been in my life for so long if you weren't"

Before he could retort Theo swung open the dorm door. Once his tired eyes landed on Rose he spoke extremely out of breathe, "You have the champions interview in twenty minutes"

Rose's smile fell off her face, "I'm not going Theo."

"You're going." He replied back sharply, a rare tone used on her. Theo crossed over until reaching her side, "Snape couldn't find you so I agreed to go look and had to run circles. I know you're trying to avoid this but you can't."

She sets the kitten in Draco's lap, shooting up a look of defiance to Theo. "No I am not!"

"Have it your way love" Theo smiles sarcastically. He bends down, sweeping her up in his arms and off the mattress. Rose twists in his grip frantically but he stays unwavering the whole way to the door until she finally gives in, begging to be put down.

"Fine!" Rose yells as her boots hit the ground, craning her neck upward and pointing a finger in Theo's face. "I'll go but I'm giving that damn Rita Skeeter s piece of my mind!"

It was hard for him to take her serious when she looked like an angry little fairy in that dress. His smirk flips into a smile as her left eye twitches from his amusement, "Go on baby—make it hell for that bitch"

"You....you frustrate me!" She stumbles over her words, making an angry noise and whipping around, smacking his chest with her braid.

"The day I don't I'll be dead!" Theo shouts after her, laughing for the first time in weeks as she grips the door handle and faces him once more to glare with bulging eyes.

When Rose reached the same room in the Great Hall from the night before her mind ran too quickly. She hated Rita Skeeter. The reporter harrased Rose every chance she got. Once at fifteen an article had been published about her trying to become a quote on quote 'sex icon' from her choice of clothing. It wasn't fair but that isn't what bothered Rose, life would never be fair and she accepted that long ago.

It's the fact she was being sexualized for the whole wizarding world to see at fifteen.

Upon entering she spotted all four champions standing in front of Rita Skeeter and a camera man. Rose groans to herself, making her way over to stand in between Viktor and Harry.

Rita's face perked up and she wrung her hands together to clap, "There she is! All of you smile!"

Rose lifts her chin up, keeping a stern face of superiority on. She would be damned before smiling for the woman.

After several flashes of light Harry went to open his mouth to Rose when Rita quickly waltzed to them while speaking, "What a charismatic group of five!" She held her hand out before continuing on, "I'm Rita Skeeter! Writer of the daily prophet. Well, of course you already know that! It's you we don't know...except you Miss Black! Quite familiar with you indeed!"

Everyone started to hesitantly shake the reporter's hand. Rose visibly refused, looking at the pale skin as if it carried a nuclear disease.

Offense and hurt flashed over Rita, a tight-lipped smile taking form. "Very well! Let's start with you then Miss Black!"

Rita reaches out to grab Rose's arm only to be roughly shoved away, "Don't you dare fucking touch me"

With a long sigh Rita walks fast-paced to a broom cupard, not holding the door open as Rose follows inside. They walk down a small stone spiral staircase until reached a bottom point where Rose takes a seat on the window.

"You know all about my quick notes writing pad, correct?"

Rose fakes shock, placing a hand over her heart. "The one you use to write your harassment stories with? Why of course!"

Rita's eyes turn into narrow slits and the pad starts to be scribbled on furiously by her head, "So tell me Rosalie, how does a girl at the age of only seventeen feel about entering a competition against people much older and wiser?"

"I'd feel a lot better if I didn't have to speak to you during the process."

Rita peers over at the floating pad before continuing, "How do you think your recently passed grandmother would feel about you entering the tournament? Proud? Or concerned that your behavior shows at best, a pathological need for a attention? Or worse, a psychotic death wish?"

The mention of Walburga stirs nothing inside of Rose because she can't feel anything. Instead she smiles humorlessly, "Why would I need attention when you are constantly concerning yourself with my life? Perhaps your incessant pursuit to learn about me is the reason behind my 'psychotic death wish' ?"

Rita leans down toward her, "It is a wonder of how broken your father must have made you. Rumor is you have made your way from being the lover of Lucius Malfoy's boy to you-know-who's son? Not only that but it is also said that you have a odd connection with two other pureblood wizards, Theodore Nott and Whitman Rosier....One of which lives with you"

"You've been highly misinformed" Rose mused.

"I've also come the conclusion you happen to have Mister Nott's blood hanging from your neck!" Rita grins maliciously, voice high-pitched as ever. "It makes me curious as to which one you truly fancy...or is it all of them? Does your daddy issues run so deep that you seek refuge in any man that gives you an ounce of attention?"

Rose didn't think twice before spitting in the woman's face and standing up, "Watch how you speak to me you filthy bottom feeder."

Rita let out a shrill shrieking sound as Rose turns up her nose and makes her way out of the cupboard. Just as she goes to step out Harry blocks her pathway.

"Rose we need to talk"

"There is nothing to speak of"

Harry places a gentle hand on her arm, "You can try to act all mad with me but I know it's you who sent those sweaters and books to me while I was at the Dursley's...I also know it was you who sent them a letter that made their skin crawl"

He was right, Rose always tried to send him anything she could to help him. The Dursley's were terrible people, in the depth of a small manic episode at the beginning of summer she decided to write a heavily daunting letter to make sure they fed him well.

"Let's not speak on such things Harry"

He sighs heavily, "I just don't get it...I messed up last year but you said we would start to rebuild our friendship"

Her eyes pierced directly into Harry's own so intently it sent a wave of chills down his spine. "You are a reminder of my father now, I don't think I can ever get over that."

It was much easier to say that than the raw truth. Partly true, but the real reason is she didn't need any part of her holding onto their childish friendship when a war was coming and she knew she couldn't fight for his side. As much as she had come to care for the boy and Ron and Hermione, Rose would always chose the people she loved her whole life. Her real family.

Harry nods solemnly and removes his hand. Rose goes to walk away but Rita finally emerges from the closet. Happy to be even more of bitch, Rose turns to smile sickly sweet and flip the lady off.

Thankfully the room was connected to the Great Hall because she really needed a coffee. Sleep didn't seem like a option any time soon.

Spotting her group of boys plus an annoyed Mattheo next to Blaise, Rose dragged herself over and took to sitting in between the two.

Almost instantly Mattheo draped his arm around her. He began to whisper about some fight he saw happen in the common room this morning but Rose could barely hear. She had became too focused on Theo who instantly stopped looking when their eyes met. He appeared tired, drained even. His head propped up with one hand while shoving the breakfast around on the ceramic plate. Rose finally feels something, sickness at seeing him this way and not Theo having by her side.

Her eyes trek over to Whitman to witness him in almost the same state and then to Draco. They all look miserable and tired.

No no no.

She can't think about them.

If she lets herself think and feel, every single emotion is going to come to the surface at once.

Rose reached out for the coffee container and starts to fill up her mug. She moves quickly, chugging down one full serving after the other. All she has to do is get through today.

But then Jax, her owl, swoops down in front of her. A raggedy piece of parchment falls by Blaise's plate. The hand writing on the front is unfamiliar, something she's never seen before.

"Do you guys recognize this signature?" Rose holds the letter up. Everyone shakes their head, having no clue where it came from.

She tears the seal open and can feel her heart physically drop as she scans the parchment.

To my dear Rosalie,

I heard you have been selected for the Triwizard tournament, therefore I ask you keep an eye on Harry. It's hard for him to go through so much every year as you have witnessed, especially since he has no parental roles present.

I am writing to you about the family vaults. I seem to have been locked out.

Please write back when you get it fixed.

p.s. I am back in England, if you'd like to see me just write back when.

Love, your father.

Mattheo stiffens along with his arm around her. Rose feels nothing once again and her gaze is empty as she drops the letter back onto the table toward Whitman. The Rosier snatched it up instantly with Theo leaning toward him to read along.

"He's a piece of shit" Mattheo muttered, pulling her close to him and pecking her forehead.

Whitman eyed Mattheo with pure distaste. In his mind the boy didn't have the right to make a comment, "Sirius doesn't write to you once since meeting but writes to Harry countless times. Then what? You get put into a tournament you could die in and he asks you to watch over the boy? Doesn't even say why he hasn't reached out?! No mention of Walburga?"

Rose shrugs carelessly, "Should've stayed rotting in Azkaban"

Draco quickly looked over the letter with Theo and slammed his hand down, making Mattheo jerk slightly. He wasn't used to how often they all slammed their hands on the dingy table. "Did he seriously just write to you about money? The money of the family he was disowned from?"

Theo watched her carefully, going to speak when she shot up from the bench seats. There was no way she wouldn't crack if she tried to comfort her. Rose always tried to be perfect for Walburga and it was never enough, now she couldn't be so for her father. Deep down every girl craved love from the man who helped bring them into this world, but she's wise enough to know that isn't a an option.

"Let's go Draco"

Mattheo groaned, "Do you have to go—"

Before his sentence could be finished she already had started walking away.

"Where are you two going?" Whitman questioned.

Draco stood up and straightened out his shirt, "Hogsmeade for cat food"

When Draco exited the Great hall he found Rose waiting. She instantly looped her arm into his, taking him by surprise.

"We are going to have to use the one-eyed witch passage"

Draco looked at her curiously, "You never explained how you know every inch of this castle"

"Peeves has been here since the beginning of Hogwarts...obviously he likes me to go on adventures with him"

"How could I forget about your bloody relationship with the gho—poltergeist?"

Rose struggles to clap her hands as their arms were locked together, "You corrected yourself!"

Draco just grunted in response upon arriving to the towering statue. He only got a minute before the stone woman slid to the side and Rose started yanking him down a large staircase. Eventually landing in a dark tunnel, Rose never realized she kept dragging him along.

"Do you even know what cat food looks like?"

She rolled her eyes with a smile, "Obviously"

He peered down at her as they started to walk up the steps leading into Honeydukes, "Watch your tongue young lady"

Rose lets go of his arm and pushes open the cellar door, playfulness laced in her voice. "What are you doing to do about it?"

"You don't want to know Rosie." Draco replied curtly, brushing off his jacket while entering the back of the candy store.

Rose raises an eyebrow, starting to walk backwards to the exit. "Is that a challenge Mister Malfoy?"

She halts as he takes a cautious steps forward. They both stare at one another intently for a good sixty seconds. And then, Rose takes off running out of the door with Draco right on her heels.

It felt like being a kid again, mindlessly running around in a dress while being chased by the blonde. Not caring how everyone around them watched the two.

Within one minute of running down the cobblestone street Draco picked her up. The laughter falling from her lips spreading through the somewhat silent village.

"Not so bold now?"

A passerby gave them a weird look, "Put me down!"

Draco shook his head while his lips twitched up, "Not until you learn to check that attitude"

Rose started to swat his back, "Why am I constantly being put over peoples shoulders?!"

He kept walking towards the pet store. "Ah, Rosie need I remind you I was the first to do it?"

A sudden giggle erupts from her chest, "The first time you did it we tumbled down a hill behind the manor!"

She felt his shoulders tense. Draco began pulling her dress down as he spotted a creepy man staring. He shot the wizard a glare before speaking, "Not my fault you started squirm like a rabid animal!"

"You shouldn't have picked me up on a hill to begin with! We were six and it broke your wrist!"

Draco rolled his eyes as he kicked open the door to the pet shop, "Be lucky I cushioned your fall"

The pet shop lady stepped in front of them, staring at the girl hung over the blonde. "Um Hello...may I help you?"

Draco's voice switches back to his usual icy tone, a piercing gaze taking over his face. "We need cat food"

Rose twisted on his back to look over at the woman with a smile, "And cat toys! Barrels of them please!"

The woman hesitantly walks away to gather everything. Draco gazes around the shop as he makes his way to the counter to wait, grimacing at the bird poop on the floor.

"Are you just going to hold me here the whole time?"

"I plan on it darling."

Rose grumbles loudly and begins to trace a random shape on his back. Almost instantly he relaxes under her touch without meaning to do so, a deep sigh escaping him.

When the lady returned she quickly bagged up their items, not wanting to know how two Hogwarts students were present and standing in such a odd position together with such casual demeanors. "Ten galleons"

Draco reached into his pocket and put them on the table. He grabs the three bags and whips around to leave without a thank you.

Rose stopped her movements on his back to hit him harshly, lifting her head up to the wave at the shop keeper. "Thank you ma'am!"

Draco kicked open the door again. "You didn't have to thank her, it's her job to do what she did."

"They have to work hard for barely any money! We are lucky to have what we have!"

"If they worked harder they would have more money"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

"I'm not arguing with you Rosie" Draco starts to whistle to drown out her complaints. He didn't believe she could have that much knowledge on the topic considering her social standing.

Minutes later, Rose huffed upon finishing her rant. "Did you hear a word I just said?"

"Honestly? Not at all."

"You are insufferable!"

Draco led them back into Honeydukes, "I would almost be offended if you hadn't admitting to caring for me"

Rose gasps dramatically and starts to hit his back again, "Don't you dare use a moment of weakness over me! Let's not forget you said it first!"

He gave a side smile she couldn't see, "I have no shame in my words Rosie."

*

None of the boys were back in the dorm, meaning they were probably still wasting away in the Great Hall. Draco almost fell over when arriving inside the dorm and Rose started stripping herself of the flowy dress. His eyes averted to the ceiling, handing her sweat pants without looking.

Now though, Rose had forced Draco into the center of the dorm, making him roll a ball back and forth for Lyra.

Rose kept both legs spread out as the bouncing ball came rolling toward her. Lyra jumped over to Rose as it did, meowing loudly as the ball got sent back to a grumpy blonde.

"You're telling me I have to play with Lyra everyday? Every single day?!"

Rose grinned at the small animal running back and forth, "Of course! She's not a regular animal, she's a emotional support cat."

Dramatic as ever, Draco looked to Rose with wide eyes. "Are you calling me mentally unstable?"

She scoffs, "Cut the act Draco. We're all mentally unstable?"

They began throwing words back to one another quickly, "Why did you get me a emotional support animal?"

"Nyx is mine, why shouldn't you have one?"

"Because I didn't need one..."

"Funny" She deadpanned, "Yes you did."

Before he could respond the door opened, all three of their dorm mates walking in timidly.

Theo stopped behind her, bending down and kissing the top of her head. "Don't be mad at me love"

"What did you do?" Rose asked sharply, yanking Theo fully down onto the ground and facing him.

Whitman dropped by her side, "Theo!"

Blaise stood behind Theo with crossed arms, "Knew he couldn't make a minute without telling her the truth"

"Theodore," Rose began slowly. His eyes averted every which way until she grasped his chin and forced him to look at her. "Don't listen to them, tell me what you did."

Whitman jumped in, "Don't you dare—"

"I wrote a letter to your father" Theo blurted out. All at once groans and 'Come on!' rung out in the room. "I can't help it! She made me look in her eyes and—and they are sharp!"

"Her eyes are sharp?!" Blaise shouted, beginning to laugh. "That's an awful excuse!"

Rose held the opposite reaction of what was suspected, "You did what?"

Theo gazed over at Draco who appeared horrified for him, "I just was so angry at how he's been treating you"

Rose grasped his chin again with narrowed eyes, "There's something else you're not telling me...I can see it"

This time Theo looked to Whitman whose head shook to signal no, "We all wrote him a letter actually"

Blaise's smile slipped while Whitman slapped a hand over his face.

"Hmm..." Rose hummed, loosening her grip and stroking her thumb down his cheek. "There's something else on your mind"

Theo grunted up at the ceiling, "We all sent him a collective threatening letter...there! That is all!"

"Why are you incapable of lying?!" Blaise groans exasperatedly.

Theo shot a glare at him, "She knows me too well! She's doing that thing with her eyes where she is inspecting me! And then she touched me and...well I don't know!"

"You can all relax I'm not mad" She smiled softer than ever, "I actually think it's quite funny"

Relief washed over all three boys. Just as Whitman's arm went over her shoulders Theo lunged forward and threw both his arms around her and Whitman.

She laughs and it brings them peace, "Maybe being threatened by my boys is just what he needed to stay away"

Draco stands and scoffs with Lyra scooped up in his arms, "Oi! We are not your boys!"

"Yeah we are" Blaise grinned, "A proud titled I'll have you know"

Theo released her and Whitman while nodding surely, "Yeah...we most definitely are"

"Draco's just in denial" Rose teased with outstretched hands, "Now come on—I want to be barreled with hugs"

Like a hoard rushing forward, Rose was tackled to the ground. First came Whitman, then Theo, and lastly Blaise. Sounds of grunts rung out mixed with untamable laughter as Rose struggled underneath all the weight.

Draco attempted to hide his smile and leaned against Theo's bed frame, "This is a highly disturbing image"

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A/N: omg it's been like six days I missed you guys so much. I've been trying to finish my plot line for the hunger games au and get that started before I alternate uploading a chapter for each so that's why<3

—rose is an actual genius! i just know Barty was quaking inside

—the little happy moment at the end?? aw you think things about to get good?? too bad😆 she's just manic 😵‍💫
^that was cruel of me I apologize

—WHAT IM NOT OVER THE FACT ITS BEEN SIX DAYS I MISSED MY PEOPLES
^its the way I write authors note like I'm texting you guys

—the next one or two chapters are fillers like this one and then everything gets real sad and angsty so buckle up

—I'm thinking of deleting tik tok and just making an Instagram for the book instead...I want to get rid of the app but I also love making edits for fun and dropping Easter eggs so I might do the whole Instagram for it instead so I can still share that stuff with you all

anyways the hunger games au chapter should be up by the time you finished reading this one so go read it because there's so many new readers and they scare me 🤞🏼

xx bri

(I'll bring the memes back next chapter I pinky)