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Guinevere Upland was younger than her older sister by a mere nine and a half months. Galinda, whose blond locks never tangled and who was at the top of each of her classes and who has the most beautiful singing voice in all the land.
Perfect Galinda and the imperfect Guinevere. It wasn't that Gwen wasn't smart — and she was a blonde too. But she'd been born with a defective voice. She didn't cry when she was born, and never would a sound escape her throat.
Guinevere was a mute, and Galinda, who loved the sound of her own voice, certainly didn't mind speaking on behalf of her sister at every instance. No one except Gwen's parents bothered to learn how to read sign language — not even Galinda, who just learned to read her sister's expressions and body language exceedingly well.
That was the way it was. Galinda would drag her younger sister around by her hand, taking her anywhere and everywhere with her friends because Guinevere never made any of her own. It wasn't that people didn't try — they loved anything that could get them in good with Galinda — but what did she have to talk about with them if they bothered to read a written explanation, because Oz knew none of Galinda's friends bothered to know how to sign?
Gardening? No one their age liked to garden.
Books? They'd think she was boring.
Her sister? Guinevere would think they were boring.
Magic? That would incite a deep insecurity in Galinda, and Guinevere didn't want to dare cross a line.
Maybe Guinevere was a mute, but she was gifted when it came to sorcery. Not every spell came naturally to her, but she had a way with calming magic — magic that nurtured plants and mended broken objects. And though Galinda loved and adored her sister, she'd always be a bit jealous that wand-less magic came so easily to her. So, to keep things civil between them, Guinevere opted to not use her magic to show off. She only used her magic to tend to their garden outside their estate and to fix her sister's trinkets when she was clumsy and broke them.
That was until the time for college came.
The time when Guinevere earned a scholarship and a chance to study directly under Madame Morrible, the Headmistress of Shiz and powerful sorceress who rarely took in students of her own. She was going to give Guinevere a training wand to help her harness her power.
And that made Galinda so incredibly self-conscious as she wrote repeated letters and essays to both the Headmistress and the admissions board, just hoping to sit in on those lessons as well since she was majoring in sorcery.
After all, Guinevere didn't even choose sorcery as a major — but everyone knew about the magic she was born with, which made the Upland family even more renowned. Guinevere wanted to be a librarian in Oz. Stories said it contained the most magical and rarest books in the land, all kept safely inside the library in the Emerald Palace. That was all Guinevere wanted.
Books and means to tend to her plants.
But Shiz and its Headmistress wouldn't allow talent like hers to be wasted, it seemed.
And so, as the semester arrived, Guinevere and Galinda both loaded up their trunks with clothes and everything else they could fit to bring to their private suites — everything Galinda owned seemed to be pink while Guinevere had an affinity for blue. She loved anything the shade of blue, though green was a close second, as it reminded her of her garden.
Blue was alluring, but green was calming.
The blue on the water was what kept Guinevere distracted from her nerves as their family's boat sailed closer and closer to Shiz. She was anxious, silently biting the inside of her cheek as her sister went on and on about those waiting at school who already loved her and her sister just because they were Galinda and Guinevere Upland.
Guinevere knew things would change with these sorcery lessons — greatness was about to be thrust upon her whether she wanted it or not.
But greatness wasn't the only thing.
There'd be friends — the kinds that cried a lot and those that were calming but just so happened to be green.
There'd be more, too.
There'd be a prince with alluring blue eyes who was far more interesting than any of her books.
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[ look, I ain't got a script or nothing. so, bear with me as I try to write this when the movie has only been out a week and a half
and there WILL be some galinda x elphaba because they're so in love ]
