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District 4: Interviews (Part 2)

TEAM 13 : DISTRICT 4

Percy : Garin

Interviews (Part 2)

Percy fidgeted.

Down the hallway the sound of laughter echoed— Tristin, the sixteen-year-old from his district, was about halfway through with his interview.

After him Caine, the pickpocket, would go, then Iva, the daughter of the former Champion.

Both weren't really the most articulate, but they were still favorites of each of their teams—not necessarily a good thing, in this Game.

Both, individually, had been some of the first to ally with Team 13.

Really, Percy should probably be feeling confident, at least about today.

He wasn't.

He was… not bad, he supposed, about manipulating private conversations. But the goal here wasn't to get Cicero on his side, it was to get everyone watching to dump as much money at them as possible, to refuse to believe that their Favorite Team had abandoned them, was now fighting against them, and... well.

District Four was to the west of every other district. It was narrow—really, really narrow—and stretched along the entire length of the coast; District 2 might have a beach or two at the edge of their district (primarily to send ships out to monitor his district's activities) but that was it. In terms of the side of District 4 bordering land, they only bordered three Districts: 1, 2, and 7.

All of this meant that, despite District Four arguably being the most eager to and ready for revolution of every district (many others beat them in one or the other, but none in both) they weren't actually that useful in terms of meeting up with other rebels: District 7 was also largely revellious, but heavily patrolled by Peacekeepers (apparently the prevalence of sharp objects made additional monitoring necessary), and while Districts 1 and 2 undoubtedly had many, many pockets of dissidents they were also the most well-off of all the districts, the best indoctrinated and least likely to join the war effort (at least on Percy's side.)

Still, District 4 as a whole was ready, willing, and able to fight, so it had taken surprisingly little effort to sway his 'opponents'—his other tributes—to his side, no matter how broadly they had to speak.

Which meant that Percy really should have been feeling better, at least about his particular District's role. They weren't the best placed, it was true, but they had radio, ocean access, and a ready population.

Still, Percy fidgeted.

He hated speaking in front of crowds.

He wasn't good at it, was the thing.

He hadn't been particularly good at private conversations, either, once upon a time, but he'd practiced, gotten better.

He'd had no such opportunity for public speaking.

And the worst thing was that he actually had goals—he couldn't just aim for good enough, he actually had to aim for specific things!

…The sponsor aspect wouldn't be that hard. Percy wasn't one of the ones that was really supposed to be pumping up support, like his younger siblings; instead his goal was mostly just to prove that, despite his '6' in scoring, he wasn't going to drag his team down.

His second goal—to habituate the Capitol to the idea of Team 13 as unusually loyal, to make it harder for them to understand the Team's inevitable betrayal—was a bit more difficult, but not impossible. Again, he was not in the lead for this—this goal was mostly being undertaken by his teammates from the usually rebellious districts, like Alicia and Angelina. District 4 was generally visibly loyal anyway, so there was little he could do so long as he didn't misstep.

It was his third goal that was the problem: somehow convey to the rest of his District that the rebellion was coming, and the role they were supposed to have in it.

Percy had many reasons to feel confident about them rebelling.

He had significantly fewer to feel confident about his ability to communicate to them that that was what he wanted them to do.

Much less about his ability to communicate the specifics of how.

Iva was on stage now, glowing under the cheers of the Capitol. She'd, like most of District 4's victims, been incredibly easy to get on board, all too willing to risk it all—Iva'd planned to all but sacrifice her own life ever since she was old enough to realize what her father had done, after all; sure, rebelling had a lower chance of success, but the benefits were also far greater.

She—as well as everyone else who had joined Team 13, overtly or covertly—had promised to help send the message, but…

Well.

What it really came down to was that it was his time to show, once and for all, that this time he'd chosen the right side, would stick to the right side, would do all that needed to be done for the right side.

.

He hadn't meant to join He Who Must Not Be Named.

By most accounts, he hadn't—hadn't willingly lent a single penny, a single second of his time, had spoken out against the Death Eaters and meant it…

But the problem was that there was more than two sides to the war.

He hadn't joined the Dark Lord, sure, but he'd also not joined those moving against him, though that became obvious far too late.

Percy had spent his childhood being slapped in the face with his grandfather's misdeeds, driving his family into poverty. He'd visited his uncles' graves, killed fruitlessly in a war that a magical baby won, and listened to the radio as it talked of all the government was able to do—if only people would stop getting in the way as vigilantes. And then Harry had shown up—Harry who he'd never bothered to get to know, never bothered to truly understand, and…

When he was twenty Percy learned that his grandfather had lost most of his family money not because of idiocy but because of love; he married Cedrella Black and her family had dedicated significant time and energy bleeding the Weasleys dry in any way they could (legal or illegal.)

His parents had never mentioned that, at least not explicitly, and Percy hadn't bothered to parse through what they had said.

He'd done research, then, like he should have long ago when he'd begun to turn his nose up at his family. He'd learned that, actually, the First War dragged on so long only because of the vigilantes—Aurors were both too underfunded and undertrained to be much help, so it had fallen on private citizens to do the majority of the work in keeping innocents alive. Yes, the war would have ended faster if the vigilantes were not there, but just saying that was a far more misleading than he'd first believed.

Percy hadn't believed his brothers when they'd claimed Harry had saved Ginny from a basilisk. It seemed a wild claim to him, like one out of a children's book rather than real life. Besides, he'd thought to himself, there was no way a basilisk would be at school anyway. He hadn't spoken up, of course—his parents seemed to fully believe, and rather than wondering why they weren't plagued with doubts he'd dismissed them as always—and instead let his resentment of Harry fester, grow.

By the Triwizard Tournament Percy well and truly hated Harry. Hated the boy who pretended to save his sister, who was as much of a budding vigilante as his parents ever were, who seemed to have lived the kind of charmed life that a Weasley could never dream of.

And then he'd learned about how grandmother's family had ruined them.

And he'd learned about how vigilantes had allowed the First War to be won with enough people alive to actually celebrate that.

And he'd sat in his cushy ministry office job and watched as around him everyone he'd looked up to, respected, saw as actually decent folk—as they lied, cheated, and backstabbed, caring a thousand times more for themselves then they ever had anyone else.

Percy's revelations had come too late—as he'd turned his back on his family, they'd done the same to him, and by that point the ministry was all but dominated by You-Know-Who's minions, vocal or not.

So he'd done what he could.

He'd spent hours every day working hard to protect his position, what little power he'd been given and decisions he was allowed to make, and he spent the rest of the day doing his best to give those powers over to the Order of the Phoenix.

It had been (though his brothers and sister never seemed to see it that way) dangerous work, work that shot his blood pressure up and left him dependent on potions to sleep every night.

It was also thankless work—he was a double agent with neither side knowing about or acknowledging his allegiance—and work that rarely if ever had obvious outcomes.

He'd still done it.

It was Angelina who'd figured it out, in the end. She'd sent him a letter, then several, specifying what they needed to happen, asking if he was able to contribute.

He'd been terrified to send a letter back, terrified of the risk involved, but he still listened to her suggestions, still tried to help where he could.

After the war was over, after the big bad was dead and when everyone was scrambling to figure out what to do, she had been the one to vouch for him, to explain his actions.

She'd been the one that made his family talk to him.

He still felt like he didn't know her at all, mind; he hadn't interacted with her much before the war, and after he felt far too indebted to her to even begin to know how to interact to his in-law.

So life had… well, it hadn't gotten back to normal, normal was long gone. But it had slowed, it had steadied. It had lead to stilted conversations over roast duck, led to lots of crying, both alone and in public, led to questions and bureaucratic mechanisms and the tiny little details of how a society continues to run.

He'd tried, then, tried again like he had in the war.

Bu everything was messed up, and no one had the knowledge or understanding of how to fix it, and so many were dragging their feet, just wanted to ignore what had happened and go back to the past, a sort of false nostalgia convincing them that there'd be no harm in doing so.

So, really, this was attempt three. Attempt one he'd screwed up on completely, young and restless and sure he knew it all until life slapped him in the face with the truth. Attempt two he simply couldn't figure out how to save, the reality too far gone to recoup a functional, and good, government from.

Attempt three involved him going into the limelight, smiling, and…

Well, and never making a mistake.

Iva was done, he was pointed to the door, and there was no time left to ruminate on his past. He took a breath and stood up.

It was time.

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