Ephaba stared out of her dorm window and sighed. Winter break would be here soon, and her father, the “Wonderful” Wizard of Oz as some called him, would be here to escort her from Shiz University in a few days. “What’s wrong Elphie?” her peppy roommate Galinda Upland (of the upper uplands as she had stated too many times for Elphaba’s liking) asked from across the room. The green woman laughed softly, raising her eyes from the Grimmerie, the book her headmistress Madame Morrible (AKA Horrible Morrible) was making her read.
“Nothing Galinda. Nothing at all.” Galinda rolled her eyes. She had roomed with Elphaba well enough to know when the daughter of the Wizard was upset. “Stop lying.” She said, throwing her pillow at the green woman. Elphaba smiled, catching the pillow easily. “I see no reason to tell you. My secrets are my own blondie.” Galinda narrowed her eyes and smiled mischievously. “Well if you don’t tell, Master Fiyero will know how you really feel about him.”
Elphaba turned an even darker shade of green at the mention of her feelings for Fiyero Tiggular. As if he’d ever love me. She thought, shaking her head to clear her head of all thoughts related to the dark haired, sweet, intelligent Arjiki prince. “I don’t have any feelings for him.” She murmured, hiding her face behind her book. Galinda grinned. “You’re blushing Elphie.” She said in a sing-song voice.
Elphaba lowered the Grimmerie from her face. “Alright blondie. You win. I just don’t want to go to Emerald City. Happy?” Galinda sighed. “I know you and your father argue a lot, but you know you love him.” Elphaba’s eyes flashed. “He is not my father. A father is someone who is kind-hearted and cares of others. That monster is not my father.” Galinda flinched at her roommate’s sudden anger. “Alright alright I’m sorry. Anyway my point is, he wants to spend more time with you Elphie. And he probably feels bad that he didn’t raise you.” Elphaba smiled curtly. “Well if he feels bad then I feel great. He deserves to feel bad after what he does to the Animals. Imprisoning them like he does. It’s not very nice.”
Galinda slid onto the bed beside the green woman. “Now you know you don’t mean that.” She whispered. The fire in Elphaba’s eyes died. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. I just want him to leave me alone.” Galinda hugged her roommate tightly. “Hey—you’re not leaving now, so why stress over it? Come on, time to get you ready.” Elphaba looked at Galinda in confusion. “What are you talking about Glin? I don’t remember agreeing to go anywhere.”
Galinda grinned. “You and I are going to a party.”
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Elphaba growled, looking down on her roommate. Galinda rolled her eyes. “It’s not going to be that bad.” Elphaba sighed. “How many people did you say were going to be here?” Galinda began fiddling with her skirt, pretending she didn’t hear the green woman. “Glin. How. Many. People. Are. At. This. Party?” Galinda raised her eyes to look at her roommate and wished she hadn’t. Elphaba’ had that look on her face that never failed to frighten the Munchkin. The look that dared you to lie to her, to put one foot out of line, the look that made everyone back off. Elphaba’s fiery hawk-eyed stare.
Galinda laughed awkwardly. “What does it matter Elphie?” Elphaba’s glare intensified. “I am going to ask you this question one more time: How. Many. People. Are. At. This. Party?” Galinda gulped. “Oh you know.” She whispered. “Four or five—hundred.” Elphaba laughed. “Hehehe. . .haha. . . ha. . . I’m going to kill you.” She said, jumping at the blonde. Lucky for Galinda, the taxi had just pulled to a stop in front of Fiyero’s mansion. Galinda threw the cash onto the seat and hopped out of the taxi with Elphaba at her heels.
