I don't own Wicked etc etc BUT I'M GOING TO SEE IT THIS WEEK cough I am calm; don't worry. Bit of a slow start here but it'll (hopefully) speed up as it goes along.

"Hey!" Screeched Elphaba as a cart whooshed past her in the street, narrowly missing running her over. After she picked herself and her books up out of the gutter she stormed over the stationary vehicle to remonstrate with the occupant.

"Please, Miss." Came the drivers voice as she caught up. "You'll disturb him." "Him" turned out to be a man around Elphaba's own age dressed in a tight fitting white body glove, red waistcoat, thigh length boots and shaded glasses that Elphaba supposed were meant to be "cool". He was dozing on the seat.

"I certainly will." She replied furiously, cuffing the sleeping man round the head. "Wake up you!"

"Young lady." The driver protested, coming round to the side of the cart "Do you realise who this is?"

"I don't care who he is." Elphaba said, trying to regain her composure, turning to the wakening man. "Your cart nearly knocked me over and you're sleeping?"

"Well of course." He replied sleepily, getting up and climbing out of the cart. "Its daytime." He stretched his muscles, and even Elphaba couldn't help but notice the way they rippled appealingly. "Well, 'see you soon Avaric. I'm sure I won't last longer at this school than any of the others." He said to the driver as Elphaba stood and fumed as he performed some kind of ridiculous secret handshake before the driver handed him his satchel and drove off.

"Is this really how you go through life?" Elphaba asked him, near incandescence with rage as the man coolly took off his shades, ignoring the accustomed double take people always did when seeing her for the first time. "Nearly knocking people over and not even noticing them?"

"Maybe the driver saw green and thought it meant go?" He replied without even a pause, inwardly cursing his sharp tongue, but he had been woken up rather abruptly. Elphaba let out a snort of distain and left in disgust at yet another person whose eyes were obviously bigger than their brain.

"Well done Fiyero old boy." The man mused to himself, pulling out a map of Shiz campus. "Great way to start off a new school, she wasn't bad, pity about the green. Wonder who she was."

Further down the street, Galinda had just managed to lose her second shadow, Boq. Eventually he'd tripper over and scattered his class books and she'd lost him whilst he scrambled to pick them all up

'Honestly.' Galinda thought to herself. 'He's as bad as the artichoke for studying.' Her attention was momentarily caught as the shop over the road had an interestingly pink display of dresses and she just had to investigate further at the soonest opportunity. Her eye however, was caught not by the luscious dresses within, but by the tall muscular man standing in front of it fighting a losing battle with a map and a street sign. She screamed, turning a few heads. She recognized him from her religiously precise reading of Ozmopolitan's gossip columns.

"That's Fiyero Tiggular!" She shrieked to no one in particular "He's that winkie prince, his reputation is so – scandalicious!" She giggled to herself, running over to Fiyero and gliding gracefully round him.

"Were you looking for something or, someone?" She asked seductively, tossing her hair for extra effect. Fiyero was slightly taken aback by the intensity of her charm offensive and replied quite frankly.

"Yes, er, some kind of history class, somewhere." He replied lamely, not even bothering to load his reply with his usual sarcasm or innuendo.

"That's the history building over there." She said, demurely pointing an exquisite arm down the street towards one of Shiz' austere grey buildings. "But the class just ended."

"Ah perfect timing." Fiyero replied, eager to put off his academic career even longer. "Actually I wonder if you could help me with something." He added after a moments thought, he really was quite intrigued.

"Anything." Galinda replied, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.

"Well a girl just went by." He started, wondering if Galinda had something in her eye. He didn't notice Galinda's face fall as he mentioned another female. "And she was, well… Green?" As if there could be more than one verdigris harridan running around Shiz. Galinda instantly burst into hysterics, forgetting her momentary doubt in her abilities to capture whatever man she pleased.

"That's the Artichoke, she is funny isn't she?" She giggled at her little joke.

"Er, yes, she is. I was just wondering who she was." He replied, feeling slightly stupid, but not in a good way.

"Well she's my roommate." She said, noting Fiyero's surprise. "Yes! Can you believe they made me share my private suite with her?"

"Um, no, of course." Fiyero was definitely feeling dumbfounded at the sheer – blondeness of the girl confronting him. "Shocking. So, er, what does one do for fun around here?"

"Nothing, until now." Galinda was putting her utmost into flirting now, breathing heavily and batting her eyelashes so fast it hurt.

"Really? Sounds rather boring. What's the nicest restaurant in town?" Fiyero asked offhandedly, putting together a plan in his head. Yes, she wouldn't be able to resist.

"That would be the Ozdust Diner." Galinda replied, thrillified that her efforts were being rewarded.

"That sounds great. Er, where is your dorm, er…" Fiyero asked.

"Galinda Upland, of the upper Uplands? And it's over there." She pointed to a building. "Suite seven on the third floor."

"Thank you, must dash." Fiyero replied and headed for his own quarters. This was going to be a good night, but he'd have to plan carefully.

Galinda watched him walk off, ecstatic at her victory. There was so much to do. She had to wash her hair and buy a new dress and get a manicure and get her teeth whitened and buy a new set of accessories for her new dress and…