I cried more when Dobby died than when Dumbledore did- although what Dumbledore did was amazing, he knew he would die. Dobby, however, was prepared to save them without knowing the consequences. In a way, I feel like Dobby died as a consequence of others actions and he was completely innocent whereas Dumbledore died as a consequence to his own actions.
Thats not to say I didn’t cry when Dumbledore died! I did!
When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.
Peeta’s the good one, the likable one. He can make people believe anything. I’m the one who shuts up and sits back and lets him do as much of the talking as possible.
people in the theater laughing when katniss’ name is the only one in the reaping bowl
people in the theater laughing when finnick is screaming in pain from the water healing his fog boils
people in the theater laughing at finnick’s poem to annie
people in the theater laughing at any part of cf that wasn’t supposed to be funny at all
people in the theater