New Galaxia

Chapter 19: Right Then and There

"There we go..."

"HEZAGO!"

CRASH

Being hit by a star shaped statue of champagne more than one hundred and thirty feet high is not exactly a pleasurable experience.

"Avada, what the heck!" Hezago shouted, rubbing the side of his head and looking furiously at a surprised Avada who had backed herself into a wall in an attempt to avoid the flying shards of alcohol.

Hezago floated down from where he stood, landing a few feet in front of Avada. The magical aurora surrounding him dissipated as he walked toward her, his magic moving the ice elsewhere that wasn't in his way.

"What on earth are you doing here?" He asked her, very much displeased. "What, it's illegal to visit a friend now?" Avada replied, placing her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow. Hezago pinched his nose bridge, annoyed. "Do you realise how long that took me!?" "No I don't, and I sincerely do not care." She said, wafting his annoyance away like a stench. "Girl if I-" "Anyways, I came here because I know for a fact that you have nothing to wear to the dance."

Hezago opened his mouth to speak, but faltered. She had a point. In all the selves he had none of them could decide what looked nice and what didn't, a conflict if you've ever experienced it. He honestly didn't have one set out, so due to that he bought a dress and supposed it would do.

"Give me the chance," Avada began, "and I won't disappoint you." Hezago paused, magicing the shards of champagne away. "Fine, but if you give me something ugly, I will strangle you."

Avada smiled, ignoring the fact that he was serious.

. . .

"So...?" Hezago said, pointing out the outfit that was now lying upon Avada's bed. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, and opened it again, as if unsure what to say. "You can be honest with me-"

She responded almost instantly. "Terrible. Ugly, even. It has nothing to do with the theme that you set, may I remind you, which is blue and red, and, honestly, as much as it looks great on you, pink in a winter dance, of all things, where do you get these ideas, looks weird."

Hezago scoffed. "It's a ball, not a dance, and besides, I doubt you could do better." Avada smirked one of those smiles that gave the vibe of "You'll regret ever asking that question again". She got up from her dorm bed, opened her closet, and out floated four considerably large folds of fabric. Hezago stood, hands on hips, and raised an eyebrow. Avada raised an eyebrow back. "What? Are you the only person who can legally own fabric?" Hezago scoffed, then spoke. "Just get on with it."

"Thank you. So I've made pieces before this, but none of them were dresses, but just bear with me here." "Okay then, I'm bearing with you." She paused, stared at him, and went back to what she was doing. Was it something I said? He thought, to later realise that it was something he said.

"So, I've got three colour sets, and I just need you to choose." "Okay, let's see..." Hezago said, taking an extremely long look. "The first one, blue, purple, white and green, look somewhat okay, but I don't like the presence of green." He moved on to the next one. "Hmm... It's very light compared to the rest. It's mostly blues, too much of one colour, so I don't like it. It's giving cinderella." And last but not least, "Terrible. The combination of dark purple and a respectively dark green sucks ass, and it thought you said no pink?"

Avada responded duly. "Okay, no pink. But what catches your eye?" Hezago paused for a second. "The first one. I think it'd be best to replace the green with the dark red or something." "Alright, now that's some progress! I'm thinking blue for the upper body, which will blend into purple at the lower end of the body, which, I assume, will be a ball gow-" "No." Avada turned to face him. "What?" "No, and, mind you, I have my reasons. I've worn one for far too many times today alone." "Okay then..."