After being shooed away from the archery station to allow another tribute to have a turn Glinda made her way over to the traps station. The fact they weren't told about what the arena was going to be like left her feeling nervous. Last time she had panicked and bolted, leaving her hungry and weak.

She spoke with one of the trainers about what to do for a moment before sitting herself down and getting on with it. The witch struggled with her dress for a moment - she still point blank refused to wear trousers - before she managed to tuck it neatly around herself. The knots were soon tangled around her fingers and Glinda found herself struggling and bored.

She settled instead for peering at the other young woman at the station. "Good afternoon." She politely announced herself, smiling softly.