A Game Of Justice ✭ Cato Hadley

Twenty-Nine - Four Wedding

The past ten days have passed in a blur, Clio can barely recall everything. After they arrested Snow and he was taken elsewhere to wait before his trial, the higher up members of his cabinet were also removed from the palace. The elderly man's family were contacted on his behalf as Coin announced the rebels' victory on television. The war is over.

The remaining rebels in the Capitol were rounded up and allocated offices in the mansion that officials have converted into temporary bedrooms. Clio swore that she let out a satisfied groan at the sight of a proper bed. The mattresses in Thirteen weren't at all comfortable, and she's always enjoyed the king sized beds that everyone in this city seems to have. She hadn't gotten up at all that day, and neither had Cato. But no one could blame them. Sleep was needed for all the members of the Star Squad, and only now do they feel safe enough to allow themselves to pass out for an extended period of time.

Families were flown in front District Thirteen a couple of days later, once everything had been secured. Luna's parents were the first to run into the mansion, pulling their daughter tightly into their arms and refusing to let go for hours. Reef and a reluctant looking Johanna walk a few strides behind. The fourteen year old attaches herself to Luna for a while before she makes the rounds with Johanna – who she's adopted as her new friend over the past month. She'd jumped at Finnick, clung to Enobaria's back before approaching Clio and Cato. She flicks the blonde man's ear as a greeting; though she quickly follows up with a hug before she wraps her arms around Clio. "I'm so glad you survived." Reef whispers. "Mum and I were so worried when you weren't mentioned."

"I'm just glad you're okay."

"I'm fine." Reef laughs. "Cold, but fine."

"Crank the heating up." Clio had joked, pointing to the thermostat and reminding the girl from District Four that none of them are paying for this warmth.

"I'm sorry about Brutus." Johanna says honestly, a few moments later when she sits beside her.

"It's okay, you didn't do it." Clio teases her friend, noticing that small tufts of hair have begun to sprout again. A sign that she's slowly improving. Healing. "He's made it to the afterlife, we made sure of it. He'll be looking after her until I join them."

"And mine, hopefully." Johanna adds.

"I'm sure you don't have to ask." Clio replies with optimism. "But you're not allowed to join them just yet. Who else will fill the role of my bald friend."

"If you insist, psycho." Johanna snorts, though Clio notices that she seems much more optimistic than she did before.

The rest of the week between Snow's capture and the first day in December, is like some kind of purgatory, with no one quite knowing what to do – only having a limited number of ways to entertain themselves. Clio is sure that there must be some meetings going on in the president's office to discuss their futures but they haven't been invited, and with Katniss injured in the bombing of the city circle, the victors can have little input. That is, until Finnick approaches the District Two couple in the morning, shielding their eyes as he enters their bedroom.

Clio rolls her eyes. "We're clothed, Finnick, don't be so childish."

The man scoffs. "I never know with you two."

"What is it?" Cato asks bluntly. "Because if it's nothing important then I'd much prefer to not be clothed."

"I need your help, both of you." He tells them. "I want to propose to Luna, make everything official, and I have an idea but I need you two."

"Help how?"

"Dude, do you have a ring?" Cato interjects. "You can't ask her to marry you with a ring. That's like proposal 101."