The was a red cloud of smoke and all the Munchkins fell to the ground in fear as the green witch looked around angrily. Her dark eyes fell on the house, and widened slightly when she saw the ruby slippers poking out from underneath it. She rushed, but not too quickly, over to the site.
"I thought you said she was dead," she heard a female voice say.
"That was the Witch of the East. This is the Witch of the West, and she's worse than the other one."
"Who killed my sister?" The Witch whipped around, and her gaze fell on a terrified girl in a blue-checkered dress. "Who killed the Witch of the—" She stopped short as her eyes fell on Glinda's outrageous outfit. "What in Oz's name… have you lost your mind?"
Both women looked confused now. "Wh-what?" the girl said.
The Witch let out a growl as she grabbed the girl by the shoulder and shoved her aside. "I will deal with you later," she growled before she turned back to the blonde. "What the hell is this? I leave for a little while and—"
"A little while? You've been gone twenty years!"
The Witch paused. "Time means nothing; the years have blended together. But don't try to change the subject! You look ridiculous!"
"As if you look any better!"
The Witch shook her head. "You haven't changed at all, have you?"
"I so have!" the good witch protested.
"Your ego has grown, but that's about it!"
The blonde bristled at that, but forced herself to calm down slightly. "And what exactly about me looks ridiculous?"
"Everything, but especially that dress!"
Glinda frowned. "I thought this salmon color went quite nicely with my skin."
"You look like the house that killed Nessa! Take it off, woman!"
"Elphaba!"
The Witch hissed at the sound of the name. "Where are my scissors? This is a disaster."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"E-excuse me… Miss Glinda?"
The two witches paused in their arguing as they turned to look at the farm girl who was meekly approaching.
"Forgive me for saying so, but your dress… well it is a little… excessive," the brunette continued.
"HA! I win!" the Witch said.
Glinda made a face. "Oh… Elphie…"
The green woman's face changed at the nickname again. "Don't call me that… that woman is dead, and has been for a while, so no use asking for her back. We all know who's to blame for that, don't we Miss Good Witch?"
Glinda looked down, her mask of pleasantness falling away for a moment to reveal the true pain underneath, but that was soon replaced by cold anger. "You have no power here. Now be gone, before someone drops a house on you."
The Witch cast a glare at the woman she had once called friend… companion… lover… She turned to the farm girl. "Very well. I'll bide my time. I can't dispose of you as I'd like here and now, but try to stay out of my way, just try! I'll get you, my pretty… and you little dog too!" The Witch backed up before she disappeared with a cackle and another cloud of red smoke.
And Glinda the Good was left with nothing but a guilty conscience and memories of a life she'd lost.