Hey! This is set in the musicalverse, and this starts just after the Wizard and I (and during What is this Feeling)
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked. I don't own the characters. I don't own any of the songs. I don't own anything ok?!
"Ok, you have to listen to me. We can't just hope. A power like hers is rare and I'm not going to let this chance slip through. If you want to get rid of the animals, we need something, you know, just in case." Hissed Madame Morrible. She'd not rushed to Emerald City just to set up a meeting between the magical girl and the Wizard. She'd learned the hard way that these things required a backup plan.
"Look, Morrible, I don't know what you want me to do!" Exclaimed the Wizard, throwing his hands up in the air. He'd never got along with the woman but she was his most reliable source of talented magical people and, of course, the brains of the operation. He preferred to be guided by the winds of chance.
"Get someone to capture her! I don't know, some guy ought to do it. We need a well formulated plan, because if she decides she doesn't want to do what we want, we will fall back on this. Knowledge can be very dangerous." Madame Morrible retorted sharply, pacing.
"Isn't it enough to just capture all the animals?! Why do we even need the child?" Complained the Wizard, burying his head in his hands.
"Well what do we want with the animals!? Are we just going to have them in cages, being pretty useless? Or could we create spies from at least some of them?! Especially the monkeys. Imagine an elite group of flying monkey spies to get rid of all animal activity in Oz." Mused Madame Morrible.
The wizard frowned. He didn't know when a 'we' came in to the equation, but now he just wanted to be rid of her, and began to discuss the options they had.
Within a few hours, she'd returned to Shiz, with a plan that would go into action almost instantly. It was midday, she'd had to leave painfully early to see the Wizard. But now that she'd returned, she saw that Elphaba would have a lesson with her after her current one; history. Suddenly she saw a swarm of youngsters from the history block, out too early. She made her way towards Galinda.
"Miss Upland, what's happening here?" She demanded. The girl glared at her slightly, clearly not favouring her as a good person in her books.
"Doctor Dillamond let us go early. That lesson is history now." She snapped, causing her little group of followers to titter with some form of pathetic laughter. She rolled her eyes.
"Very well." Replied Madame Morrible. The child annoyed her greatly, always so over dramatic, and with bigger fish to fry than to fret over that pathetic blonde, she made her way to Dr. Dillamond's room. Upon arriving, she found the class mainly empty.
"I heard there was some sort of disturburance in class. Are you alright, Doctor?" She started. She knew exactly what was wrong, for she'd set up the disturbance herself. Luckily, she thought, it would be a slight advantage on her side. Then she spotted the verdant girl still in the class.
"Oh, Miss Elphaba, you're still here! I thought you would have been on your way to my seminar by now." She exclaimed in the most convincing way she could muster. She knew exactly why the girl was there. To care for the poor animal. It was in her nature. She was about to reply, but something, or someone, she expected, stopped her. It was time to play the guilt card that she was so talented at. Yes, one of the talents she kept hidden for her own private uses.
"But what? I do hope I have not misplaced my trust in you. Magic is a very demanderating mistress, and if one has ambitions of meeting the Wizard." She scolded, lightly as if to a friend. She needed the girl to trust her, and to suspect nothing.
"I'm sure Doctor Dillamond sees my point." She added slyly, turning on her heels and exiting the scene. Yes, everything was going even better than she'd even planned, she thought, as she saw the man drawn carriage being pulled through the gates.
It was Showtime.