The touch grounds her, and Sabrina would have to admit, if pressed, that it's the secret to defusing any of her moods. By the time Rosie's stroking her ankle, she's half-melted against her and her eyes hooded and content.

"The idea is that witches and warlocks pair off for the festival, and that there are some different rituals and celebrations. Nick asked me to participate with him, and I was still really getting to know him. Anyway, the way it's supposed to end, the warlocks dress up as wolves and we dress up in red cloaks, and we chase the warlocks down and it's-- sort of a big orgiastic ritual." She laughs a little. "Nick swore it'd be how I wanted it to be, and I-- I know I was worried, because I liked him, what if this amazing guy is disappointed if I don't want to have sex? I never had, back there."

Sabrina reaches out to comb her fingers through Rosie's hair. "It's when I really started to fall in love. The parts of Lupercalia we did were easy and fun, if you discount the tragic ending that seems to come with any part of my life, and we did mortal things, and never ever would he have been angry or disappointed with what we didn't do."