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[abjurer]

Who: Anyone and everyone
What: Guy Fawkes/Bonfire Night celebration
When: The evening of November 5th, of course
Where: Out in a conveniently clear patch of land outside the village where nothing will set on fire.
Summary: November 5th is Bonfire Night for all of those of British origin and for anyone else, well, fireworks and a bonfire and good food can't exactly hurt right?
Rating: PG



It had taken a fair amount of work to get this set up, but by the time people arrive, there's a large bonfire roaring in a cleared out area and a table of food and drink set out for anyone feeling a bit peckish. He has gone all out; pork pies and mushy peas,
parkin, bonfire toffee, all of these are set out along with whatever else he thought people might enjoy. There are also drinks of all kinds, from juice to mulled wine and beer.

Of course, the main event is the fireworks, which are let off once everyone has arrived and settled down to watch them.

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[greenjacketed]

"Bloody hard to be alone in this town, ain't it?" But he smiled. And he nudged her lightly with his shoulder. And clarified: "Not that I care to be, when you're the company. You and Prim. Christ, even Effie has her good moments."

[stillplaying]

She smiled warmly at him, bumping his shoulder back before leaning in to rest her head against him. Sometimes she wondered if he regretted moving in with the Everdeen girls. If he would have preferred to still live by himself. Katniss knew she'd never have the courage to ask him that. But hearing these words helped put her at ease.

"I never thought I'd hear you say that about Effie."

[greenjacketed]

"...She's changing. You see it, don't you?"

And he half-thought the woman liked him. At least, that was the impression he'd received when she'd all but thrown herself into his arms. Or had that simply been misplaced gratitude? Hmm.

"I won't lie. I worry about her."

[stillplaying]

"Me too," she says quietly. It's an uncomfortable feeling, worrying about Effie Trinket. One she doesn't quite know what to do with. She never really had much of a chance to worry about the chaperon before. During the Quarter Quell, during the uprising, she had been too busy staying alive to worry. Too busy keeping people she deemed more important alive. "Do you think she'll move back again?"

[greenjacketed]

"...Would you like her to?"

[stillplaying]

She thinks on that question for a moment. Admittedly, it had been rather peaceful in the house since Effie had moved out. Extremely peaceful. Odd, even. Or maybe it was more odd how much they had gotten used to the woman’s presence. How much they all sort of missed her in their own ways.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

But she wouldn’t ask. She had no idea how to form those words.