Coriolanus Snow

Coriolanus Snow and his classmates murmured predictions with practiced confidence. District Two. District One. Anyone with strength, charm, or enough spirit to survive more than a few days. They spoke as though fortune could be summoned simply by naming it. Fortune had never worked that way. It favored preparation. Presentation. The ability to convince others that success had always been inevitable. As the Capitol anthem faded, the room straightened almost instinctively. Every conversation dissolved beneath the bright studio lights. A polished voice filled the auditorium. "Ladies and gentlemen of Panem... welcome to the Reaping for the Tenth Annual Hunger Games." The screen behind the stage flickered to life, displaying the familiar seal of the Capitol before dissolving into the first dist