As you may have realised by now, when I get writer's block on one story, I have a tendency to start another. So, whilst I have most definitely not abandoned my Lost fics, they have been causing me grief...and what better way to vent that frustration than to write a fic about our two favourite witches? Remember, reviews equal chapters...have fun, my sweets.

And no, I don't own Elphaba. Or Glinda. Or Wicked at all. Damn copyright laws.

Glinda sighed dramatically, throwing herself backwards onto her pink-quilted bed. Elphaba looked up from her book – a collection of documents on the unionist views of Life Sciences – and despite her usual practice of ignoring her blonde room-mate, rolled her eyes.

'Oh, Elphie, why do you always have to be reading? It's so…so…'

'Educational?' Elphaba smirked, 'You know, if you allowed yourself to so much as glance at a piece of literature once in a while, you may even increase your vocabulary. It would save you the embarrassment of being lost for words and having to rely on others to finish your sentences,' she observed, returning to her book, not waiting for a response.

Glinda pouted, looking mildly insulted, 'I'll have you know that I am not, as you seem to believe, totally illiterate.'

'Ozmopolitan does not count as literature, Glinda,' Elphaba replied, not looking up from her book.

'You know what you need?' Glinda spoke after several of minutes of what she deemed to be uncomfortable silence. Truth be told, most silence was uncomfortable to her, and Elphaba repressed a sigh.

'Yes, actually. I need you to be quiet,' she retorted, having read the same sentence at least five times, unable to concentrate with Glinda's constant sighing and interruptions.

'No, silly. You need to go shopping!' Glinda squealed at her own ingenuity, jumping up and skipping about the room. 'We can go to the Ozdust Mall, they have a sale on everything at the moment – not that money is an issue,' she hastened to add.

Elphaba opened her mouth to protest, but Glinda wasn't having any of it, 'Oh no, don't you argue with me, Miss Elphie,' she said sternly. 'I don't think I've ever seen you shopping for pleasure, or even for necessity, come to think of it,' she frowned, ever confused by 'Miss Elphie's lack of interest in the things that really mattered.

'I happen not to care for such trivial issues as shopping,' Elphaba explained. 'I own everything I need, and should I ever have need of anything else, I would have no hesitation in entering a shop for it. Until then, however, I intend to avoid such places as the Ozdust Mall.'

'But Elphie…' Glinda whined.

'I've told you before, Glinda, don't call me that. It's far too perky for my liking. And please, try to refrain from whining. It's not becoming on a young lady such as yourself.'

'But you have to go shopping it's…like…a rite of passage,' the blonde refused to give up.

'Miss Glinda, unlike yourself, I would rather spend my precious time learning, not drifting in and out of shops that hold no interest for me.'

'Miss Elphaba Thropp,' the green girl looked up at the unusual use of her full name, 'I am going to insist that you go shopping, if only just this once, purely because you are of feminine inclination and every girl has buried inside them – no matter how deep – a love of shopping. Yours just hasn't presented itself to you yet.'

Elphaba made a mental note of the page number, and flipped the book shut, raising a cynical eyebrow at Glinda.

'Seeing as I am obviously not going to be able to get through one more page of this book with you pestering me so, I might as well agree to your request, so long as…'

Glinda let out a squeal of joy, at which Elphaba winced.

'So long as you promise to let me alone in peace hereafter.'

'I promise, Elphie, oh we're going to have such fun!' Glinda clapped her hands, and rushed about the room gathering her purse, coat and whatever other trinkets one needed on a shopping trip.

Elphaba resignedly pulled on her boots and coat, regretting immediately her decision. Sweet Oz, what have I let myself in for?