The dark haired threat

part 21-internal naming ceremony

these past couple of weeks have been filled with magical rereads of harry potter since the release of the cursed child and i am fricken lovin it!! all this reading has inspired me to do some writing of my own so here's part 21;

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My head suddenly goes blank from panic. Where do i go? what do i get first? have i wasted the past hour standing here stationary and useless transfixed in my own sea of thoughts? i glance around to the clock high on the wall and notice with a wave of gratitude ti time itself that  only twenty seconds have passed. fate is on my side. or just perhaps pure luck of not being born a total incompetent imbecile. refusing to be sucked back into my personal black hole of fear i force myself to set off into a run towards home not allowing myself to be slowed down too much by thinking what i will do once i reach my anticipated destination. 

i barely remember the insignificant journey back through the trees and town to my house but within no time im standing in my room clutching a backpack in my left hand staring aimlessly around my room for what to take with me. i snap out of the pitiful haze almost  as soon as it begins and grab my sleeping bag, two water bottles, a small quantity of food from the kitchen and my pocket knife which will accompany my large sword well.  the sudden burst of thought reminds me i still have to run back to the training center and grab my sword. my sword will be my one and only friend in this simulation,  he must display great bravery and so i find its only fitting i name him considering all the best swords have names. Alcander  wont leave my head and after careful but impulsive  consideration i settle on the name. Alcander meaning one who possess strength couldn't be  any more fitting if president Snow himself forged and selected it for me. Suddenly taking notice i had once again allowed myself to succumb to my own thoughts i began to set off in a run out of my bedroom and down the uncarpeted  stairs before dashing out of the chipped painted green door that was barley on its hinges. 

i charge through the greenery of forest that stands between my house and the training centre with only one thought in my head  'Alcander'  the mere thought of my goal encourages me to increase my speed as i bolt up the training centre steps and dart through the heavy metal doors setting myself in the direction of the weapons room. i race down the dark corridor and realize nobody else has returned yet, i turn the corner heading left into the room where the weapons are stored with a small smile of accomplishment plastered on my face and begin pacing to the rack of swords under the window of the grey painted room. I notice Alcander right away and draw him from the rack pausing for a second to admire the sharpness of the blade. The time limit snakes its way maliciously  into my head again motivating me to grab a waist belt for the sword to be stored in as this way i can grab it easily enough to use on short notice, i fix it around me and insert Alcander comfortably and proceed towards my rucksack on the floor. As i bend down to reach it i hear an audible cough from the doorway behind me. 

i place my straps onto my shoulders whilst turning towards the doorway where im greeted by a pair of determined deep emerald eyes. "im just here to get my knives" she speaks and instantly i remember the day when Clove showcased her affinity for knife throwing spectacularly in the gym. She walks forward past me and to the knife table next to the sword rack as i reply "ahh yes courageous Clover and her beloved knives" she half turns back to face me rolling her eyes appearing slightly agitated "i told you not to call me that or do you need another reminder of my skills in the ring too" she retorts admirably causing my excitement for the simulation to grow even more "and you think i take notice of your name preferences Clover?" i shoot back at her intentionally trying to wind her up a little. Her pugnacious nature speaks before she can control herself "evidently not, Cato and oh if i were you...i'd watch your back out there" she finishes threateningly which i take as i my cue to to exit the room as run the dark corridors back to the gymnasium feeling more ready than ever to begin the tournament.