Private Not A Fairy Godmother, But The Next Best Thing

"Alright, alright. It doesn't have to be some fairytale night. You and I both know that isn't what any of us in the coven are destined for. But promise me you'll at least be open to the idea that you could feel something for your date? I'm not asking you to pull a me and swing for the bases right away," she laughed from outside the bathroom door.

Tuesday grinned conspiratorially at Cami, inciting the wolf familiar into tackling her on the bed playfully and then laying on her like a weighted blanket. "Oof get off Cami, you're getting too heavy," she laughed. Cami of course didn't budge until Wednesday was ready to come back out with the dress on.

"I'll give you a really simple tip. If you get to dancing and you're really enjoying the company- forget whether you're good at it or not, after a little bit try just resting your head on your date's shoulder as you get a little closer. You'll know pretty quick how into you they are. Other than that? Just do what feels good and try to find something interesting to talk about."

Tuesday whistled as Wednesday showed off the dress. Mostly because she was teasing her, but it did look good on her. "I'm gonna ignore you trying to steal my main girl right here because I'm pretty sure that might be your dress for the Ball unless you want something fancier. But uh, stop trying to pull the hem down- it's not supposed to go down too far or else you'll reveal too much up top. And I know that's not your style. Sorry, I'll stop teasing for a moment."

She wrapped her arms around Cami's midsection and threw herself to the side, barrel rolling Cami into a couple pillows and freeing herself. The bed was absolutely a mess of tangled blankets at that point but Tuesday was grinning and Cami's tail was wagging. Tuesday rolled off the bed and circled around her sister witch appraisingly. Tell me though, and be honest, is this something you would go out in? I really don't want you to be uncomfortable. And if your date gives you any guff for how you dress i'll give them a knuckle sandwich," she said as she held up her handless arm as if she was ready to punch. "But with magic, because my punches kinda suck."

Tuesday laughed at how shy Wednesday was even with just her. Boy was her date at the Ball going to be a cute night. It was too bad it wasnt her kind of style. But then it was probably better if Tuesday wasnt there to embarrass her anymore than she already would be. After Wednesday confirmed she wanted to wear the dress Tuesday grinned and put an arm around her in a hug of witchy... or sisterly in general really, camraderie.

"Of course i'm gonna look out for you. It's my job as a sort of sisterish relation. Even if my idea of whats good for you might clash a little with some of the older members of our coven. At least we know you'll definitely catch the eye of your date, if you want that. And you can always text me, but the later it gets I might be a little indisposed- im not much for quiet nights in as you know."

Tuesday considered that for a bit. She really didn't think a Ball or other formal event would be much fun. But Wednesday did have a point. And how could she not support her sister witch getting out and being social? She made a point of melodramatically wincing. "If you insist I guess I have to go. That does beg the question though. Who would I take?"

She laid back on the bed beside her sister witch and her familiar. "But this isn't about that. We should be... I don't know, are you planning on wearing makeup or getting your hair done? Nails? There's a lot that goes into getting ready for these kinds of events."