Author's Note: Hello, my lovelies! Yes, indeedy I have a new story for you! I've been working on this since last year, and I was so close to finishing it at the beginning of the year, but then I launched into uni and that was that. However, I pulled it out again the other night and finally managed to finish it.
For those people whose stories I was reading and then suddenly I wasn't...I'm really sorry. Uni was so busy last term, and I think will be again this term, so I probably won't be back full-swing until November. I know, that's ages away. I'm sorry.
Finally, thankyou to vinkunwildflowerqueen for helping me to come up with a title. I really appreciate it.
A Whole Other Perspective
PROLOGUE:
"No way!" the two students screeched simultaneously.
"You can't expect me to do this with him!"
"You can't expect me to do this at all!"
Madame Morrible glowered upon the two, clearly unimpressed. "You both will do as I say."
"But Madame," Elphaba Thropp protested, "surely, for the good of the university, it would be better to send someone else? Someone, for instance, like Boq Riddle?"
Madame Morrible frowned. "Who?"
"Boq Riddle. The Munchkin boy."
"Oh, the one who is always attending to our dear Nessarose?"
Elphaba nodded in confirmation. "That's the one."
"No."
"But surely you can't risk –"
"I am sending Master Tiggular along to this exhibition purely because his status as Prince of the Vinkus will be a good advertisement for our university."
Elphaba scoffed, but made no comment. Afterall, she did not want to get on Madame Morrible's bad side.
Madame Morrible continued, "You will do all the speaking, Miss Thropp. I expect nothing of Master Tiggular except to accompany you to the exhibition."
"Well, I'm not going." Fiyero Tiggular crossed his arms.
"I beg to differ, Master Tiggular; you will be going and you will accompany Miss Thropp. I know I can trust the two of you together. Miss Thropp, I will ask you to write a speech using these points" – Madame Morrible handed Elphaba a piece of paper covered in dot-points – "and show it to me before you leave."
"But Madame –"
Madame Morrible held up her hand to stem the flow of Fiyero's protests. "No 'buts', Master Tiggular. You know what I am asking of you; there will be no arguments and no exceptions. You will leave on Monday. Understood? Good. You are dismissed."