"A world traveler, is it? That's ambitious.”

“Well, hardly that,” Said Sabrina, smiling. “I mean, I’ve been going to visit my Nonna in Italy since I was tiny. Italy barely counts. And since my cousin got me the internship that hardly makes me a high-flyer. But, yes, I do want to travel. Especially to see the big designers’ work up close. Mind you, that won’t be easy. They treat their new lines like the latest defense plans from the MOD, or something. But..” She smiled over at Caitlin. “It’s surprising what you can do with a little judicious wand work. Anyway,” She picked up a biscuit and studied it. “I’ve got to get through the next couple of years and get a first. And that depends on my Degree Show.” She looked over at Caitlin, a new idea come to mind.

“They hold it in a big hotel ballroom down in London. It’s ever-so glam. I’ll send you a ticket, shall I? I mean, always presuming I have anything to show!”

Gavin clearly wanted to be included in the discussion, which both surprised and pleased Sabrina.

"What about the well to do English bloke? Got any good designs considered out for them?"

“Men’s lines are always difficult,” Sabrina said slowly, “The thing is, menswear is generally so conservative. Suits haven’t really altered that much since 1900. Not really. I mean, wide lapels, narrow lapels, double breasted, single breasted, one vent, two vents, no vent, … but they are still all just suit jackets. And trousers! The biggest thing that’s happened in the past two hundred years is bell-bottoms! I mean, seriously? Bell-bottoms? There was the hippy thing, and polyester knits and all of those horrible, horrible prints, but that was just a mistake! And the Wizarding world is even more conservative. Most of the things worn by wizard are hold overs from the middle ages, and the most up-to-date fashions you see on Diagon Alley or at a Quidditch match are Dickensian. (Which I have to say I rather like. It’s better than the floppy not really trying kind of things you see on most Muggle men.” She glanced over at Gavin. “I don’t mean you, of course. You are at least neat. But spandex trousers? Why not just paint your legs bright pink and have done with?” Realizing that she had started on to one of her favorite rants (Usually one she had with David and Rupert, who both loved spandex) Sabrina stopped and shook her head.

“Sorry, Gavin, you get a designer talking about design and they never shut up. Your turn. What are your Great Plans for the Future? What do you do now, come to that? I should know, but this girl,’ She pointed at Caitlin, “Hasn’t said a word about you.”

It was a lame joke, she knew, but she hoped Caitlin would know she was trying to be funny, not hurtful.

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