Especially a cousin who was happy to get her an internship with one of the top fashion houses. Oh, alright, not top, maybe. But certainly important. If small.
Maybe tiny was a better word. Three women and Guido. And Guido most certainly didn’t count. Except as a handy model with no hips.
But she had learned so much! Important things like visualizing things in three dimensions and then translating that into two dimensions to make a pattern. And draping! Oh Merlin’s fuzzy knickers, draping! And then cafés! She would never drink anything but cappuccino again! Unless it was espresso.
She had rather lost track of things in England. First of all, Alexander had seemed so terribly odd for a while, and then so wrapped up in business that she began to despair of her fiancé. And of course, her mother only wanted to know who she was seeing in Milan and had she visited her Nonna, and Serena…
Well the less said about Serena’s owls the better.
Which was why it was over two months before she had heard about Caitlin. And even then she had to wait a couple of days before she had time to go to Wales to visit.
Sabrina felt just awful.
And at some, vague visceral level, somehow to blame.
Which was the reason she almost didn’t go at the last minute.
But she screwed her courage to the memory of being Head Girl, and apparated. Standing at the door with her bag full of Italian design magazines and a bunch of flowers, she reminded herself that she had a responsibility toward Caitlin, even if Alexander had had nothing to do with her affliction. She had been her mentor. And besides.
She liked Caitlin. She had enjoyed their chats…..
Before she could flee the door opened.
“Oh, hello? Is Caitlin in? I’m a friend from Hogwarts. Sabrina Sorelli?”






Jane Scrivener
Millicent Helen Skrumpkin