Harry Potter Hunger Games

Parade (Ron)

I'm brought up into a dank corridor. It smells slightly of mildew and water drips from the ceiling. A big painting of fruit hangs on a wall and a heap of barrels sits in a corner. One of my the members of my prep team steps up to a specific barrel and taps it five times to a certain beat. Ginny, the tributes from two other districts, all eighteen members of the different prep teams, and I all crawl through a dark tunnel. We finally reach the lip which opens up into a warm room. My prep team leads me to a door and follows me in. 

"Hello. We are obviously your prep team." A woman with short curly hair peeps. "I'm Babette. This is Canyon," She gestures her hand to a man in holographic trousers who has gems drilled into his teeth. "And this is Dicie." A short woman with a wig made out of fluff welcomes me with a swift wave. "Now, we will ask you to remove any and every article of clothing." I strip down, leaving nothing but my socks on. "Those too." She says. She then sprays me down with a clear, sticky substance. Dicie squeaks and Canyon glares while Babette towels me down. The towel ripped every single hair out of its follicle. I'm not happy. She then instructs me to get into the bath while she pours a thick white substance over my body. It cools me down for a minute, but then I feel a painful sting spread across my skin. I pull my arm out of the liquid to see my freckles slowly disappear into my skin. I must have a terrified look on my face because Canyon ruffles my hair and says, "It's ok, it's only temporary." But I doubt it. 

They go on and on scrubbing or plucking or spraying my body until they get to the most painful part. Dicie takes a purple lotion and rubs it where my facial hair will be soon to grow. It stings a little, but she then takes yellow curdles and slaps it on top. I start to get worried when I see the team put on masks and open a briefcase with a silver lock on it. It unlocks to hold a blue torch. Hot pink flames shoot out of the end and skim over the curdles. It burns my skin around it and melts the curdles into a liquid. It drips off of my face and takes the gritty purple stuff off with it. The hot mess drips onto my lap scorching my skin. The flames seem to take off a layer of flesh and then replace it with some mesh sort of thing. When they finish, Canyon takes an orange spray and sprays my face and lap with it. My skin feels restored. They start to finish me off when they tell me to get into a shower of red jelly stuff. It seems to bite my skin off, and I start whimpering, but then think of what they're doing to the girls. I close my eyes for a second then step out of the terror that's raining on my now very fragile skin. They swiftly comb my hair and moisturize my skin and then leave. 

A woman with slightly metallic skin steps into the bathroom. "Alright! Let's get you put together. First I'm going to airbrush your skin, then do makeup, next I'll do your hair, and then we'll get you ready!" She takes out a bottle with many wires coming from it and then switches it on. She sprays it up and down my body until my skin looks flawless. The woman takes a smaller bag out of her giant purse and unzips it. She pulls out an orangey paint and fills in my brows. A shimmery white powder goes on my cheekbones, along with a pinkish creamy thing. She coats my eyelashes in something black and then puts a translucent balm on my dry lips. "Hair!" She now pulls a jar of a creamy gel. She dips two of her fingers into the jar and then distributes the gel throughout my hair. I guess it'll help it stay in its place. "Oh," the woman mumbles. "I'm Iffa." Iffa then scurries out of the door and comes back with a big black box.

What is it? She seems to have read my mind because she starts to explain. "This is your costume, but we'll have to assemble it here." She pulls out an earthy-pink bodysuit, wheat, a cape made out of woven grass and velvet green combat boots. Iffa helps me into the suit and wraps the wheat around my head. The cape almost chokes me and the combat boots make my feet ache. "D'you mind loosening my cape and shoes? I think I'm going to squeeze to death even before the games." 

I step out of the room to find Ginny waiting for me quietly. "Wow, Ginny, you look, not like......well, Ginny...." I say looking her up and down. She's wearing a long flowy dress which colors match my suit. She also has a cape and wheat around her head, but she has heavy makeup which gives her the appearance that she's sixteen, and her heels make her almost my hight. "Alright. Let's go." She grasps my hand as we start walking down to the Great Hall where we will step onto the carriages. We are still holding hands when district nine is rolling out of the entrance. Soon enough they announce district eleven, and we are whirling out of the Great Hall. The crowd howls and claps. I think they like our outfit. No, they like ten's.  Wait, no. They like the fact that we are siblings, and that at least one of us will have to die. Society is sick.