Hey all! I'm back, with another Wicked fic! The idea for this little drabble came to me while I was wearing my hair in a side braid and sporting my glasses. Ironic, huh?

It's that time again folks! Now, bring your hands, paws, hooves, and anything else that is attached to your fore arms or legs, as I bring you the Disclaimer!

I don't own Wicked, not one tiny bit! The lucky ones, Gregory Maguire, Winnie Holzman, and Steven Schwartz do. Boo-hoo.

Now, I bring you…

Braids

Galinda often wondered why her roommate, Miss Elphaba Thropp, always wore her long, black hair in a braid.

Perhaps it was for convenience, to keep hair out of her face while she read or took notes. Perhaps it was because Elphaba simply liked the style.

No, Galinda pondered. It was to remind her of the fact that she was safe. Her braid could reflect insults, as well as her sharp tongue. Sure, others could always make fun of her bookwormish tendencies, and her green skin, but not her braid. Her braid was just an ordinary braid, the same as every other girl's.

Then, picking up her sparkly pink pen, Galinda continued with her homework. When Elphaba finally entered the room, sitting down in her customary jack-knifed position to read a book, Galinda couldn't help but to let loose a small smile.

Elphaba, she concluded, was one very odd person.