Poison ivy
AN: hi all poison ivy sucks so this is my distraction. (I swear to Luriline I am going to go NUTS)
Disclamer: Wicked is not mine. Cheese is not mine (I wish it was). What is mine?
Elphaba rubbed her arm angrily hoping to rid her arms of the itch. Poison ivy. The only plant Elphaba actually disliked. What if it just needs to survive? Ivy alone is cut, ruined, for ease, beauty, protection. Poison, though, poison is avoided used for gain along with loss poison, in the hands of human or Animal, is power. She sighed inwardly. "I turned itchy annoying bumps into itchy annoying philosophy… go Elphie." She bit her bottom lip and resisted the urge to gnaw at her arms.
The bell rang and for the first time in her history Elphaba was glad class was over. She hid the bumps from view. One would receive a host of insults such as "the frog's warts are showing" or some other newfangled insult no one in Oz would think of without her around.
All in all she hid the bumps rather well until a certain blonde roommate walked in on her nervously scratching.
"well it seems the frog got her warts" she proclaimed proudly.
Elphaba chose to only mutter "wow no one thought of that" she said in her normal sarcastic tone. The green girl opted to continue scratching. For fear of drawing blood she reluctantly stopped. She turned to chewing her bottom lip.
"Aside from your make out session with a frog what happened?" Elphaba glanced at the blonde
"wouldn't you like to know" she muttered under her breath. A pink bottle hit her cheek.
"Now Miss Galinda I understand we loathe each other but violence is a bit below us." She pulled out a book without even glancing at the bottle.
"It's calamine lotion after all pink goes good with green" she murmured.
Elphaba glanced at the bottle "maybe we could be friends" she thought.