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Nastya turned around to the girl she nearly bumped into. Why did she look like she was smirking? She nearly bumped into her and if someone had don the same she would definitley not be smirking. "Err. Why are you smirking?"]
"You wouldn't understand." Oh, the glory of infuriating people like that! One of her greatest joys in life. And she was good at it too. Then again, many, many years of training. And there had been a lot of people to learn from along the way. Her smirk grew wider, even though she was about to be killed.
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Child of a Half-Moon Finn stayed quiet, standing a few feet away from the people that were nearest to him.
He watched everything.
That's what Finian Farrell did- it was how he survived. Watching from a distance, and improvising when things came too close.
He observed that already alliances were being formed. Well he wasn't sure whether or not he wanted an alliance, but there was no harm in giving it some sort of a go.
He approached the person nearest to him, and looked at her from behind. She was the female tribute from District One. The original followers of Voldemort. He scowled. It was heavily presumed that Voldemort was the reason for his family's death, leading to his sole life in the woods. He deeply resented Voldemort- and District One. However, he didn't resent the girl. At least, not yet.
"Are you scowling at me or your imaginary friend?" Alyssa asked, raising a long, thin eyebrow, with a little smile on her bright lips.
"Well, I s'pose we're all scowling because we're most likely going to get killed. You're small. You've got a good chance." Best to be a little friendly, even if she didn't want allies. She wasn't scowling though. And Alyssa was suck a giant, she didn't have a chance. At least she was strong, even if she looked a bit weak.