Hi all! I know, I know, I shouldn't be starting a new story without finishing the others, but this was an idea I saw on tumblr and couldn't resist writing about it. And to those who have not seen Wicked on Broadway, this might be spoilers for you. Please review and I hope you enjoy! (:
"She's dead!" Joyous cries cried out. "Now at last, she's dead and gone!"
"Let us be brave," Cosette melodiously said. "Let us be grateful. That the Wicked Witch of the West is dead." She faked a smile. Marius came up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder for support. Cosette turned around and gave him a small, weak smile. Then both of their thoughts drifted off to a time long ago...
Èponine Thropp wheeled her sister through the halls of their new school, gasping at the sights. "Oh, 'Ponine, isn't this wonderful?" Cosette asked her, tugging at her sleeve, while still carrying her own suitcase.
"Yes it is," Eponine said with smile. Cosette, Èponine, and Azelma were attending Shiz University, one of the prestigious schools of Oz. Azelma and Cosette got into the school, but Èponine had to beg her way to get into the school. Their father reluctantly agreed to let Èponine join her two sisters, if she didn't get in trouble, controlled herself, and if she watched Cosette and Azelma.
"Stop here," the commanding voice of Azelma said. Èponine obeyed
her command and let go of her sister's wheelchair. Before wheeling herself away, Azelma threw a look of disgust in her direction, and left the two older girls standing in the halls by themselves.
"Why would she do that?" Cosette asked.
"You know why. It's because she's ashamed. Of me." Èponine lowered her head after she finished her statement.
"Oh, Èponine." Cosette threw her arms around her sister, trying to comfort her. "Sure, your skin may be green, but she doesn't know the real you." In the distance, they heard the school's bells ringing. "C'mon," Cosette extended her arm out. "Let's go meet the other students."
Èponine gave her sister a small smile and linked arms with hers. The girls gave a small laugh and skipped to their next destination, not caring who was staring.
"Okay, so here's the plan," Enjolras said, drawing his plan on the ground.
"Why are we hiding behind suitcases?" Marius asked him. The others surrounding him nodded their heads as well.
Enjolras groaned. He already explained this out to them two times at most. "Let me explain this again. We are hiding behind suitcases because I do not want anyone to see our plan."
"Or is it because you're hiding from your-" Grantaire said in a drunk voice before Combeferre covered his mouth.
"Shhh. We must not speak about that."
Joly looked at Enjolras and asked, "Why do you even have a fan club if they never have seen your face?"
"I do not know why," Enjolras shrugged.
" Maybe because he is-" Grantaire slowly, and drunkly pointed out before he was silenced by the whole group.
"What did I say Grantaire?" Combeferre lightly smacked him on the head. "We must not speak of that."
"Thank you mon ami," Enjolras said to his friend gratefully."Now here's the plan." Enjolras drew a group of squares and circles hiding behind the squares. "This is where we are." Enjolras pointed to the square and circles. "Now Marius and Grantaire will circle around to the back of the school. In the back of the school there is the bicycle carriage my parents provided me with. With that, Marius will pretend to be me and Grantaire will pedal Marius to here." Enjolras drew some more circles and squares. "And once Marius and Grantaire made it, the rest of us will come out of hiding and join the rest of the students. Got it?" He looked at the Les Amis de l'ABC, the group name his friends chose. Everyone nodded their heads in silence. "Any questions?" No one dared to raise their hands. Except for Marius.
"Why me?"
"Because you know most of my family and the land we come from."
"And you're good with the ladies, unlike Enjolras here," Grantaire said elbowing Marius in the ribs and earning a chuckle from everyone in the group. Enjolras rolled his eyes at his drunk friend.
As soon the laughter died down, Enjolras quietly said, "Let's go. Off with you two." Once he said that, two of his friends rushed off.
"Enjolras, mon ami, are you sure this plan if yours will work?" Combeferre asked him.
"Positive."
5 minutes passed with no sign of the two. Then 10. Jehan asked nervously, "Are you sure-" Combeferre shot him a look that told him to shut up. Enjolras quietly peeked over the bunch of suitcases. Nothing, so far.
Joly tapped his shoulder. He motioned him to look over in the distance. Enjolras had to squint to see who it was. Two men, one pedaling, and the other was relaxing in the back. Grantaire looked grumpy pedaling Marius into the courtyard and Marius looked like he was having the time of his life. Grantaire stopped and clumsily tooled out a harmonica from his side pocket. He then played a few chords before announcing, "His royal highness, Prince Fiyero, has arrived." Marius leaped out of the carriage and Grantaire passed out on the bike, snoring.
"It's time," Combeferre said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Enjolras nodded and got up. He motioned for the others to follow him and gather their stuff.
When Èponine and Cosette reached the courtyard, they heard the announcement of Prince Fiyero. "Look, 'Ponine! There's Prince Fiyero of the Winkie Country. Maybe if we are lucky enough, we can say hello to him," Cosette gushed.
Èponine could only smile at her sister. Cosette always dreamed of falling in love with a prince and then marrying him. Before Èponine could respond to her sister, someone crashed into her. It resulted in dropping her stuff on the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry Mademoiselle," the person said to her.
"It's alright. It's not a big deal," Èponine said. She dropped to the ground and started to pick up her belongings.
"Let me help you," the person got down and started to help pick up her belongings.
They picked up Èponine's stuff in silence and then the stranger tried to start a conversation, once they finished.
"I'm Enjolras," the stranger said, not seemingly caring about the way she looked. He stuck his hand out. "What's your name, if I may ask?"
"Èponine," she said with a smile. She stuck her hand out as well, then Enjolras took her hand and brought it to his lips. Eponine thought she felt heat rising her cheeks. Before Enjolras could say anything else, a group of boys came to join him.
"Enjolras," one called out. "Who is your new lady friend?"
"Courfeyrac, this is Èponine. Èponine, this is Les Amis de l'ABC," Enjolras said, indicating the group."That one over there on the left is Courferyac." He grinned and smiled at her. She smiled back. "Next to him is Joly."
"How do you do?" Joly asked.
"Fine, you?" Èponine responded back.
"Wonderful Mademoiselle Èponine."
Enjolras continued, "That over there is Jehan, and next to him is Combeferre." Both waved at her and she waved back.
"You see the drunk and the prince over there, right?" Combeferre pointed out to her. She nodded. "Well, they're part of our group as well. The drunk is Grantaire and the prince is-"
"Fiyero," Èponine finished for him. He nodded. The bells if Shiz rang, indicating it was time to find out their roommates.
Enjolras turned and looked at Èponine and smiled, "I hope we meet again Mademoiselle Èponine."
"As do I, Monsieur Enjolras." She smiled in return and waved to the group of boys as they walked away.
The roommates for dormitories took forever, Èponine noticed, as Madame Morrible had all her papers mixed up. Èponine and Cosette graciously asked if she needed any help and Madame Morrible reluctantly agreed. Èponine and Cosette got their own stacks of papers to sort and the rest of the students lazily sat around the courtyard. Èponine murmured a small chant and suddenly, all the papers went into a stack. Èponine heard a shriek once she done this.
"Witch!" people shouted but she ignored them, knowing that they were right. Cosette went over to Èponine to comfort her, putting an arm around her sister and murmuring words of comfort. Èponine did not cry, she never did, and noticed that another figure had joined the two of them. She looked up to see Madame Morrible standing next to her. Madame Morrible praised her for her gift and offered her private lessons on sorcery. Cosette quickly told Madame Morrible yes before Èponine could even think about it. Madame Morrible told her that her lessons started tomorrow and quickly took back her papers, and started reading them as of nothing ever happened.
"Cosette!" Èponine quietly scolded her sister.
"You'll thank me later," Cosette said, squeezing her shoulders. "Isn't this what you've dreamed of your whole entire life?"
"Well, yes," Èponine stuttered.
"Then sooner or later, once you've perfected this gift, you can meet the Wizard!"
"Yeah," Èponine said, drifting off into her own thoughts of meeting the Wizard.
Èponine did not hear Madame Morrible call out her's or Cosette's name and Cosette had to tell her that she was daydreaming and they got same dorm room. Èponine was too tired to respond so when she and Cosette reached their room, she flopped on the bed, sighing in bliss. Cosette giggled and left to use the bathroom.
Once Cosette and Èponine got in their rooms and got ready for bed, Cosette giddily rushed over to her sister and sat on her bed, interrupting her reading. "He actually talked to me!"
"Woah, calm down! Who talked to you?" Èponine asked her sister, putting her book down on her lap.
"Prince Fiyero," Cosette said dreamily.
"When did this happen?"
"When you were talking to that cute guy," Cosette answered, staring to space, thinking about the prince.
"Enjolras?"
"Oh, yes, him," Cosette turned her attention back to her. "Fiyero pointed him out as one of his friends when I told him about you and said you were talking to him."
"Oh," Èponine said. "Cosette, they didn't judge me." Cosette looked at her and waited for her to continue.
"For the color of my skin. Enjolras nor his friends shunned me for my skin."
"'Ponine,"Cosette grabbed both of her hands. "That's wonderful. See, I told you."
"You were right," Èponine smiled.
"So, Èponine, which one do you think was cuter? Fiyero or Enjolras?"
"Cosette!" Èponine hit her sister playfully.
"I'm serious!" The two stayed up throughout the night, giggling and chatting away at the topic.