While Ginny's new home (or at least the section of it she was born in) was best known for its jewelry—as evidenced by the pictures of gems on every textbook, if nothing else—Ginny hadn't been drawn to that, or any of the other consumer products the District spent most of its time and resources on. It was almost sacrilegious not to be—she'd been born in the upper class, and her father was a jeweler for President Snow himself—but she simply hadn't cared about designing stunning necklaces, or even helping the Capitol decide what should be produced in every other district as her mother's family did. She had, if it was possible, even less of an interest in the 'raw materials' portion of the District, the portion which mined for gems and made Presidential Wine, a right it had fought for and won a mere two years into former President Snow's term.
No, Ginny had cared only about the television.
Or so her parents thought.
They'd named her Tourmaline, because of course they had, and been stunned when she'd wanted to audition for the tv shows and movies that were produced within District 1 borders to entertain the Capitol's masses. Eventually they'd decided that of course she did, she was a star, and they had (after some time) fully supported her endeavor. Tourmaline—or as she was better known, Malie—had appeared in a major production for the first time at age four, and by eleven she was a Capitol darling and had even gone on two tours to the shining city itself.
It was as if Malie could do no wrong—she glimmered! She shone! She was everyone's favorite little girl!
So, naturally, the Capitol had breathed a sigh of relief when their sweet jewel of District 1 wasn't made tribute during her very first Reaping, despite the utter absurdity of a world in which she would be; District 1 had had a Volunteer for both genders every year since the Games first started! The very idea that she—
Of course, unlike them she knew that she would one day volunteer. One day, when the radio reported that first 12 and then 11 then 10, 9, 8 and so on had a tribute that was her age she would jump forward the very second the randomly selected tribute's name was called, would shout out the phrase before the older girls (who would, at this point, be literally stabbing at each other in their fight to make it on stage) even realized she was a threat, and ride her fame to sponsorship after sponsorship until they all figured out how, exactly, to start a rebellion when stuck in a miles-wide arena.
But that was later.
The 98th Hunger Games had the normal mix of ages, so she had at least one more year to go.
And then there was the second reason she became a star, which had turned out far better than she'd ever dared hope.
Who knew that Draco, of all people, would have been the only one of them born in the Capitol? It was he who had managed to figure out that Death (because, as Harry put it, the being was an ass) had sent them all to different Districts, and it was he—the grand-nephew of the current President—who had managed to find a way to contact her, who had had her perform a live play on his tenth birthday and let them see each other in person, truly talk to each other in person.
Ginny still wasn't sure how he'd pulled that off.
Regardless, so far (as far as she could tell) everything was still going to plan.
In one year, or two, or even all thirteen of them—or near enough, anyway—would be back together again, and then the real fun would begin.