How Old Was Mags When She Won The Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Chapter Fourteen Marguerite Shaking my head in self-scorn and wondering why I was reacting like a jealous girlfriend, I walked down aimlessly down the large bright hallway. Mel had told me that was where I’d be staying throughout my stay there. “Magg, wait up.” A sweet voice called out, and I whirled around to see Mel approaching me, a wide smile on her face. I liked the woman. She was so gorgeous, and looked to be in the same age range as me. But the more time I spent around her, I was certain she was older than twenty-five. Perhaps it was the aura around her, and the elegant grace with which she carried herself, but she definitely acted older.

Since he deemed me mature enough to take charge of matters, he proclaimed he was free to do what was necessary for his people. Even then, his preparations turned off to not be enough as I was nearly kidnapped a day after my eighteenth birthday. This became one of the reasons why he let me tour cities known for their famous foods. It was an excuse to keep me out of harm’s way. One I didn’t mind at all. “You can let down your arms,” Maggie instructs, her eyes merry as she views me from my head to my feet. “Just a few more touches here and there,” she assures me, gesturing that I stand still while she tucks in and reshapes the gown.

"I've been here forty years, Sera. I remember when we diligently took care of our weakest members, when we protected those who needed to be protected. And now what do we do? place bets on whether a child lives or dies." "I'm not a child anymore, Maggie. I'm eighteen in two days." I said almost pouting. "You'll always be my little girl, my little moon." Margaret's voice softened. "Even if the pack doesn't recognize it." My throat tightened with emotion, but I forced it down. If I started crying now, I wouldn't be able to stop. "What do you need me to do?" I asked instead. Margaret studied me for a moment, clearly wanting to say more, but she dropped it. "The bread dough needs kneading. And so

She’s sixteen now and she grown into a pretty young woman. She’s not as tall as most of us, well, except for Leia. Maggie has red long hair, just like her mom. It’s really beautiful actually, this orange color like mango sort of. I don’t know, but it’s very unique. Her face is covered in little freckles. It’s funny, she used to hate them, but now I see everyone making fake freckles with make-up. She could work on her style though, it’s mostly big shirts and loose fitting clothes. It doesn't look like she really cares about her clothing. She dresses like a boy most of the time, but if that’s what she likes, then why not.

“Thank you for your counsel. As always, it’s proven to be invaluable.” Magenta nodded, returning my smile as I opened the door for her. “It’s my pleasure. I shall see you on the marrow.” Although Magenta didn’t look a day over twenty, she was over five hundred years old, hailing from the time of knights. With her knowledge and expertise, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if she was even older than that, perhaps from the time of Merlin himself. But I never asked. After all, a gentleman never asked a lady her age.

I replied, and a nod was her response. “My god, you are extraordinarily strong for an eighteen-year-old. When you were brought here, everyone, including me, believed that you would not make it. Your wounds were too deep, and the doctor was ready to switch off the machine, but fortunately, you seemed to fight for your life!” Maggie quietly informed me, her eyes never withdrawing from the book in her hands.

the young girl said, offering her the food which she eagerly devoured. If Charlie Sr. were present, he would have recognized the woman. "How did you manage to acquire all of these, Maggi?" Margret asked suspiciously. Maggi's face lit up with a smile as she replied, "It was a handsome man, Aunty. He gave us the money." Margret shook her head helplessly before cautioning, "Don't go around begging. Once I'm feeling better, I'll start working again." "Aunty, do you remember who you are now?" Maggi inquired.

I call out, “Come on in.” He walks in with Charlie right beside and I turn towards them and Charlie’s mouth drops and he says, “Damn, you look hot.” Henry looked starstruck for a moment until he heard Charlie curse and then he swiftly smacked the back of his head and says, “Don’t say that so loud. Mom would kill you.” Charlie huffs as he rolls his eyes and says, “Well, do you see her?” Charlie walks closer to me, trying to act smooth, and he says, “You know, Mags, it’s only 5 years before I’m 18. Stranger things have happened, I could be your mate.”

She wouldn’t get her powers until her eighteenth birthday, and only then would she be able to reach her full potential. Until that day came, she would always be just a step behind. "I get it," she muttered, glancing away. "I’m not strong enough yet. So I just have to wait. Again." Alice’s gaze softened just a fraction, but she didn’t offer false comfort. "When your time comes, you'll understand why it’s worth the wait. But for now, you have to trust the process." “That’s easier said than done.” Avery’s face fell as she looked at the rest of us. “I’m the youngest, I know I won’t be able to use my magic…but how did Maggie do it? She’s seventeen as well.”

I asked. All humor was swept away from Maggie’s face. “No. Mage Jaye had a daughter, but she was killed in a car wreck as a child, before her powers were strong enough for her to save herself. Jaye wasn’t there. It was a terrible tragedy.” I could tell by her expression that she meant it. I wasn’t a stranger to such tragedies myself, though it was odd to think that my dad likely hadn’t died in the same way--a car crash. “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.