The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

And to hear her tell it, it was a given that his future would be glorious. “When Coriolanus is president…” she often began. “When Coriolanus is president…” everything from the rickety Capitol air force to the exorbitant price of pork chops would be magically corrected. Anyone who was anyone attended the Academy, and Coriolanus would need those connections as a foundation for his future. And what of him, Coriolanus Snow, future president of Panem? Maude Ivory finally napped, curling up against Lucy Gray, her bare feet twisted in the blanket.