ElphabaROCKS did not write this story, Fizzing Whizbees did.
Hello, this is my Winter story, I really do like Wicked (it is impossible to be ElphabaROCKS's friend and not like Wicked) and I thought I would give one a try. Due to much pressure from ElphabaROCKS, I have managed to finish it before Christmas. Thanks, ER.
Operation: Lurlinemas
SHIZ LAWN, 3:47 PM, FRIDAY
"How did you do on you Biological Sciences examination, Nessa?" asked Galinda politely, walking alongside the wheelchair Elphaba was pushing.
"Fairly well, thanks, Galinda. I had some trouble, though, with the ones about the differences between amphibians and reptiles."
Avaric strode up behind them. "You could ask Elphaba. She's neither or. Want some mud, missing link?" he said, ordering Boq to scoop up a handful of mud and throw it at Elphaba.
"I might hit Miss Galinda," Boq said worriedly.
Elphaba looked over with disgust. "Throw your own mud, Avaric, you big galoot. Worried about muddying your poor little hands? There's a thing called soap, Avaric, I thought even you would know of it."
Elphaba picked up a handful of mud herself, and said, "In the Quadling Country, we grow up with mud. In the mud. We love the mud." She casually flicked a glob of the very stuff at Avaric. He jumped to avoid it.
Elphaba continued, holding everyone in rapt attention. "You north Gilikins cringe at the sight of mud, but not we. Have a little manliness, Avaric. Have some mud. Even Galinda wouldn't be afraid of a little wet dirt, would you, Galinda?"
Elphaba slapped a handful of mud into the blonde's palm.
", ILLKILLYOUUUUU!" Galinda screeched as she hopped around attempting to rid herself of the goop. A decent amount of mud flew off and landed in Fiyero's hair.
"What was that for?" Fiyero demanded, upset that his perfectly waved hair had to be curled again….and was muddified. He picked a glob from his hair and launched it at Galinda, but missed, and hit Nessa's wheelchair.
"Elphaba! Hand me some mud! This is all your fault!" Nessa cried. Elphaba, who was busy rolling on the ground cackling with malicious glee, tipped a handful of mud into Nessa's lap.
"Sorry, Nessa," sang Elphaba joyously, "It slipped!" Nessa shrieked, and threw a handful into the air. She missed her sister completely, and it all landed on Avaric. "!"
The mud throwing came to a complete halt. Everyone stared at Avaric. Avaric stared at everyone. "This. Means. WAAARRRRR!" he shouted, slinging mud in every direction.
"That's some improvement on the manliness factor," said Elphaba before she received a glob on her glasses. Then she threw herself into battle, mostly aiming at Avaric, (HAHA) Galinda, and Nessa (HEHE).
The mud-throwing lasted for a good twenty minutes. It was quite messy, and there seemed to be no end in sight until Galinda screamed out, and executed a large and dramatic faint in which Boq staggered to support her.
Everyone stopped and crowded around, worried that Galinda was actually hurt. Galinda's eyelids fluttered open. "I-I chipped a nail," she said, extending a pink manicured finger in Fiyero's direction. "I'm covered with mud, and I won't be able to put my name in for Secret Lurline!" she sobbed, a drop of mud falling from her bouncy blonde hair and landing on her nose.
"CHILDREN!" yelled Madame Morrible, indeed arriving from the already complete drawing of the secret Lurlines. "WHAT in the name of the Wizard is going on?"
Galinda held up her hand, and launched herself onto Madame Morrible's shoulder. "I-I chipped a nail! An-and you know how hard it is to get a decent manicure this close to Lurlinemas!" she hiccupped.
Madame Morrible was sympathetic for the poor blonde, completely understanding the girl's dilemma. "I know a wonderful manicurist, dear. If you just mention my name, I'm sure that she'll get you an appointment before the Lurlinemas Eve Ball."
Galinda reigned in her remaining sniffles, and thanked the Headmistress with some dignity. "Is there any way for us to still get our secret Lurlines?" she asked sorrowfully.
"Well," said Madame Morrible, considering, "You could put your names in the pot, and draw from your own group, if you want,"
Galinda eagerly shook her hear yes. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease!"
Everyone dropped their slips of paper into the cauldron Madame Morrible provided. Then they drew, some happier than others. The Headmistress told them to come up and tell her who they had picked, so she could read their names out at the Ball.
"Fiyero," Nessa said uncertainly. (She had wanted Boq.)
"Nessa," said Boq worriedly. (He had wanted Galinda.)
"Biq," said Galinda, sighing. (She had wanted Fiyero.)
"Avaric," Elphie spat, a murderous look on her face. (She had very secretly wanted Fiyero.)
"Galinda," said Avaric thankfully. (He was glad he had chosen a girl, especially such as Galinda, because he new exactly what to get her. The Perfect In Pink cosmetic spa package he had seen at the Ozdust Boutique was on sale.)
"Elphaba," said Fiyero carelessly, but inside he was positively beaming. He couldn't have been more pleased. (He knew exactly what to get her, but he wasn't telling.)