after practice [caleb]

[signed_sabrina]

Practice wraps up, for both the team and the cheerleaders, and after permitting the attentions-- for about five minutes-- of the very girls who had been involved in her admittedly impetuous audition, Sabrina heads toward the stands where a lone black cat sits.

"I can't believe you're so into this game," she tells Salem. "Is it a goblin thing? Is that why it makes sense to you?"

Mrrrrr.

"Yes, yes, I did this all for you," she says, barely hiding her giggle. "But come on, you're not here just to see the stunning athletic prowess of the Petros High Pterodactyls. We've got someone to introduce ourselves to."

Salem rises and stretches, and then bounds off of his spot, trotting over to where one Caleb Micheals is preparing to leave. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Sabrina goes to catch up, trusting that Salem's proven method of sitting in one's path and meowing will give her the time.

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[signed_sabrina]

"I don't know if it's the place as much as the people," Sabrina says, softening, warming a little bit. "Rosie, and Nick, and Charlie. More than them, too. There's more freedom here, too. Maybe not for everyone, but I'm glad not to have to live under someone's thumb."

Or cloven hoof, for that matter.

It occurs to her, only a moment later, that she's not sure if she should fully explain why she's so fiercely devoted to Rosie. Not that it's a secret, but it feels like something Rosie should get to decide on, the revealing of it.