"My bag is in the back room, with my clothes and a few other things," answers Sabrina. She looks down at the hoodie and pajama pants, flapping the too-long sleeves with visible amusement. "I guess it would be easier to buy it. My magic doesn't exactly feel right. I had it, when I was this age, but it's not going to work like it should. Maybe for a few things."

She's plenty warm enough now, but the first thing that comes to mind is the bright red coat she'd had, a staple item for a very long time. That much, she can recreate.

"Okay," she adds decisively, no less so for being small. "Let's grab my things and go."