Sleigh 4:Sabrina and Sirius (UTC +2 to +4)
Sabrina laughed as well, beyond aware of the clusterfuck her life must seem like to an outsider, which was why she had a tendency to talk about it kind of like most of it was one big joke. "You say that like it's news to me," she pointed out, still smiling all the while. "From the moment I turned sixteen, I've been dealing with a parade of bullshit that seemed never-ending. Actually dying and not coming back was pretty much the first vacation I had in years, until coming here that is."
Unaware that the sleigh had a radio in it, she sat back and tried to identify the song he chose to let play, her knowledge of Christmas music lacking since she only really heard it at the mall or other peoples' houses. Whatever it was, it was certainly catchy, so she didn't mind listening to it in the silences between their conversation, finding it surprisingly easy to open up to Sirius about even the truly weird things she'd been through.
"I'm going to guess that Padfoot came from the whole 'Snuffles' thing?" Sabrina asked casually, twisting a lock of hair around her finger. "Vigilante is a much better title than 'Lady Astrolabe'," she snorted, before her eyes softened at his next admission, and the tone with which it was delivered, instinctively resting her hand on his forearm to offer some comfort.
"I know a thing or two about going back in time to stop something horrible from happening using knowledge you learned after the fact," she revealed to Sirius in a quieter voice than she used before. "Around the time I was competing against Caliban, we were both going for the final piece of the Unholy Regalia, and when I got it, he tricked me, trapping me in a statue. And while I was trapped, almost everyone I knew and loved got turned into food for a sentient tree god. If it wasn't for my cousin Ambrose, I would probably still be stuck in the statue, and Greendale would be overrun by idiots worshipping the Eldritch gods."