Private Not A Fairy Godmother, But The Next Best Thing

Wednesday had spent the last hour after receiving the text from Sazz pacing around her room. She had already accepted the invitation to go mostly out of impulse, but then there came the question of what the hell she was supposed to do now. She'd never been to ball like this before, least of all with a guy. She had no idea what to say or what to wear or how to act and was already starting to panic.

Then she calmed down a bit and started to think things through. It was just a dance. Sure, it one of the biggest events of the year, in a setting that wasn't entirely familiar, with a guy, but it's not like she wasn't getting used to being around lots of people. It still made her anxious, but not the same way it had before.

It was progress. Small progress maybe, but progress all the same.

Still, there was still a decent lot of uncertainty for her, and to figure that out there was someone obvious to turn to. Tuesday had already taken her out for a big night before, and while a college party wasn't quite the same thing, Tuesday would probably still be able to help here as she had back then, right?

Plus, with the rather grim subject of the Death of Magic and all that uncertainty surrounding both the coven and the island itself, hanging out with her big sister witch for a more mundane reason might be nice.

So, after a quick exchange with Tuesday over text explaining the situation, Wednesday hurried over to her apartment. The trip there made her a tiny bit nervous, this was a part town that she didn't normally visit, and it seemed a little seedier than others. But with Frodo along with her she figured she had nothing to worry about.

Eventually, she was standing in front of her door. She knocked a few times before crossing her arms, anxiously tapping her finger as she waited.

Wednesday knew she was coming before the door opened, thanks to Frodo's usual grumpiness at her approaching presence. She smiled as soon as she saw the older witch, happy to see her.

"Hey, Tuesday." She said with a small wave, about to step in before she noticed Cami. She stepped to the side as he passed her, giving him a small pat on the back at the same time.

Frodo, predictably, gave off a small growl, before padding off. He'd be fine hanging around the building until Wednesday was ready to leave. However, she did notice his reaction seemed a lot more...mild in comparison to what it usually was. While this detail would usually be something for her to think about more, she was too preoccupied to give it much thought. She followed inside, having a quick look around the apartment.

"Thanks for agreeing to help me out." She said, rubbing her arm. "I...um, was this a bad time?"

Her gaze briefly looked over to the big sheet covering most of her living room as she spoke.

Wednesday was already looking embarrassed, rubbing her neck as she nervously chuckled.

"You don't need to look that excited about this." She said, even though she couldn't really stop herself from smiling back at her. Anxious as she was, it was still a pretty exciting event. She navigated around the living room and found a relatively clean place to sit, squirming from a combination of both her own nervousness and from Tuesday's excited energy directed at her.

"Uh, y-yeah, your stuff is a little too...um, it probably doesn't suit me?"

The fact that she was already blushing a little just from considering it made it clear that borrowing her usual style was out of the question.

"Maybe if you have anything a little uh, milder? I probably don't want something too crazy, you know? Then again um, that's kind of the point of these things right? Oh uh..." She muttered, already starting to overthink it as she quietly went on and on.

Oh boy was that only making the embarrassment worse, she blushed furiously at the attention.

"Oh c-come on, it's not that kind of date. We're just friends, you know?"

Of course, Wednesday wasn't so naive that she didn't think being asked out to a dance like this implied a bit more than just a friendly date but, well, she was nervous enough as it was. Best not to dwell on that.

"But still, um, I guess I'd rather not be wearing funeral clothes." She murmured, before hopping off her seat to follow after her. She was curious to see what she had in mind, despite the little feeling of dread. She eventually relented, raising her hands as she sighed. "Alright, ok. You're the expert. I'll just, um, leave it in your hands."

She fidgeted a little more in place.

"...Just don't go overboard please?"

She stood back as Tuesday sorted through her clothes, making the occasional face at the more risque choices that were discarded. She didn't make too many comments, however. It was obvious fashion was far from a subject she was qualified to talk on so she was plenty willing to let her sister witch pick out what might work.

"Uh, ok, sure."

Once she'd picked out a couple, Wednesday took the longer dress to try on first, heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

"So um, have you ever been to something like this before?" She asked as she stripped down, starting to pull the dress onto herself. "I uh, kinda know the basics of ballroom dancing, but not much else."

She was soon finished, stepping out through the door with the dress. It was obvious just by looking it was a tad too big for her, and she frowned down at herself as she checked.