Glinda paused for a moment in her morning routine, her eyes caught on a flash of green in the mirror. She had, did, hate this… woman she had been stuck with, if that was what you could call such a beastly creature. In the weeks since classes had started they had developed an easy arrangement of simply not acknowledging each other's presence, pretending for all the world like there was no other person in the room. On her side of the room, Elphaba was changing from her nightgown into today's frock, plain black as always. Standing, naked as they day she was born, Elphaba covered every inch of her skin in protective salve before reaching for her dress off the back of her chair. There was a sort of practiced poetry, Glinda found, to the efficiency of the application. It wasn't until Elphaba slipped the frock over her head and caught Glinda's eye with a scowl that Glinda even realized she had stopped brushing her hair. Glinda immediately averted her eyes. The sight of Elphaba's smooth back and strong hands would come back to her throughout the day, much to Glinda's bewilderment.