Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked or any of the characters I've used. Wish I did, but unfortunately I'm not one of the people with that happy privilage!
Galinda gazed dimly at the page in front of her for a moment longer, before abandoning all attempts at concentration. This wasn't her thing at all; sitting cooped up at a desk with nothing but books and a pen for company. But she knew she only had herself to thank for the fact that she was currently in this undesirable position. If she hadn't gotten so behind with her studies in the first place, it would never have been this urgent that she caught up.
The blonde's gaze wandered idly around the room as she absent-mindedly chewed on the end of her pen. However much she tried to focus on the weapons that had been used in the Ozian Civil War, (and she was trying, she told herself) Galinda simply couldn't force her blissful mind to focus. Letting out a sigh, she allowed her head to flop lazily over the back of the chair she was seated on so that her blonde curls spilled down its back. It was simply not right that she had so much work to do when she'd far rather be out enjoying herself.
Hearing the door open, Galinda quickly opened her eyes and returned her head to its usual position, jolting her neck as she did so. "Ouch," she whimpered, rubbing her hurt neck as she turned in time to see Elphaba throwing a huge pile of clothes onto her bed.
"These are yours, I do believe," the green girl said crossly, placing her hands on her hips and surveying her room mate coldly, "And I'll thank you to put your dirty clothes in your own laundry pile next time."
Rolling her eyes, Galinda tossed her pen onto her page of 'notes,' which was somehow still blank, aside from the title which had become heavily decorated with doodles of hearts and flowers. Well, who could blame her for trying? Girls like her simply weren't made to attempt arduous tasks like laundry. And she had thought that maybe Elphaba wouldn't notice a few extra clothes. Galinda had even been sneaky enough to mix them in with Elphaba's so that only black was visible from the outside. But it appeared that the green girl's beady eyes had still noticed the pink that Galinda had tried so cleverly to hide.
Rolling her eyes, the blonde abandoned her notes and moved to retrieve the clothes so she could find somebody else to wash them for her. She was glad of the distraction from her studies, but being greeted by a pile of unwashed clothes wasn't exactly the interruption she would have chosen. Collecting her belongings from her bed, Galinda headed for the door reluctantly, but halfway there, she stopped, realising that something wasn't quite right.
"But, Miss Elphaba…" she began, her brow wrinkling slightly in confusion as she stared down at the pile she was clutching, "These clothes look clean. And ironed too," she added, removing a blouse from the top of the pile and looking at it more closely. Galinda paused for a moment, before glancing towards her room mate for an explanation.
Elphaba met the blonde's gaze defiantly for a moment before dropping her eyes as her cheeks reddened slightly. "Okay okay, so I washed them for you anyway," she muttered, sounding almost frustrated with herself as she moved to her own desk and began shuffling through a pile of papers, in what Galinda saw as a blatant attempt to avoid eye contact.
The blonde watched her room mate apprehensively for a moment, slightly unsure as to why the green girl had suddenly decided to do something nice for her. Even a deed as small as doing her laundry was something of a revelation when Galinda thought about the rocky start she and Elphaba had made.
Galinda watched Elphaba for a moment longer, her head tipped curiously to one side as a wave of something strange crept over her. Elphaba's eyes remained focused towards her desk, seeming to be so absorbed in whatever in Oz that she was doing, that she was oblivious to her room mate's stares.
"Would you stop doing that?" Elphaba demanded suddenly, slamming her green hands onto her desk in frustration and making the blonde jump. So apparently she hadn't been quite as oblivious to Galinda's stares as the blonde had thought.
"Sorry!" Galinda replied hastily, scooting around her bed in order to get to her wardrobe and put her clothes away. Now it was her turn to hide her flushed face. "I was just… surprised, is all. That's the first nice thing you've done for me since we started rooming together."
She chanced a glance behind her as Elphaba- who had merely snorted in response to Galinda's comment- grabbed a book from the desk and moved towards the bed. Galinda felt a sudden push to say something to her. Once Elphaba immersed herself in that book, Galinda knew she'd remain in the same position for the remainder of the night and grow irritable if she was interrupted. It was now or never.
Abandoning her attempts to cram the freshly ironed clothes into her already full-to-the-brim wardrobe, Galinda placed the rest of the dresses and blouses on her bed- carefully so they didn't become creased- and glanced over at her room mate, who was now arranging the pillows on her bed in preparation for a night of reading.
"Miss Elphaba?" the blonde began, taking a careful step backwards so that she was closer to the door- she would need a quick and easy escape route after saying what she was going to.
Elphaba half-looked up, giving another grunt to show she was listening. Galinda took a deep breath.
"Th-Thank you," she said quickly, before turning and hurrying out of the door and closing it behind her so that she could lean on it heavily. Sweet Oz, it really shouldn't have been that difficult to thank someone, Galinda thought as she attempted to control her shallow breathing. But thanking Elphaba had been an enormous pull on her part- Galinda had gotten it into her head that she was supposed to loathe the antisocial green lizard she was being forced to room with. Being polite to her was never supposed to have been an option.
Shaking her head slowly, Galinda pushed herself away from the door, before tossing her hair back from her shoulders and heading in the direction of ShenShen and Pfannee's room. After that encounter, Lurline only knew she needed to talk to some people who didn't do sweet things when she least expected them, and who had a normal skin colour.
Back in the room, Elphaba watched the door through which Galinda had exited, in amusement. So the perky blonde was a pest to room with- and that was at her best- but she was also a great source of entertainment. Smiling despite herself, Elphaba curled her legs underneath herself and rested her book on her lap. Yes, whatever else Galinda might be, she certainly wasn't boring.
