This is pretty short. Obviously.
Disclaimer: Yes, I own Wicked. *police sirens* Just kidding! I was just kidding!
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She was not the sharpest tool in the shed. Or the brightest crayon in the box. Or even the ripest fruit on the tree. Compare her to anything as a group, and she was by far the best thing in it.
She was a lot of things. A bit clueless at times, as brave as the Lion who accompanied Dorothy Gale on her journey, and she'd rather paint her nails than read a book.
She was a lot of things, but Glinda the Good was not stupid.
All those times they walked in the rain to get to class on time, even if it meant ruining her favorite pair of heels, because it was with her best friend.
That time when she tricked her into going on a Vinkin beach for spring break as a vacation (which took a lot of planning and maybe a blindfold or two).
Even the things as simple as washing hands or taking a bubble bath, and as her roommate, Glinda knew all of these things down to what type and smell of shampoo she used, and just how heavy it was when it slipped from its place and landed on her foot.
And logic. Yes, it was one of the less likely to be used words in her everyday vocabulary, but she knew what it meant nonetheless. And it didn't mean Oz's greatest enemy being defeated by a 12 year old girl carrying a bucket of water. To be frank, it meant the exact opposite.
Yes, Elphaba Thropp was most certainly not dead. And only someone stupid with absolutely no common sense would believe such a thing.
And she was a lot of things. But Glinda the Good was not stupid.
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I just feel like Glinda doesn't believe Elphaba is really dead. Just me? This is obviously musicalverse. Seeing as she isn't allergic to water.