For Lusito

She took a deep breath as she felt the broom levitate. She could hardly believe it. She was absolutely sure that she was about to wake up and in her bed at Shiz, listening to Glinda snorning lightly. She would climb out of bed early and prepare for classes. Her little life would continue as always.

But a deeper part of her knew that her life would never be the same again. She had defied not only gravity, but the Wizard of Oz, Madame Morrible and convention. There was no normal for her to go back to. even if she wanted to, she couldn't go back.

There was a part of her that wanted to. There was a big part of her that wanted to turn the broom around, plead forgiveness and keep herself safe.

But a bigger part of her knew that was impossible. She had made her choice, and now she had to live with it. She was the Wicked Witch of the West now, and she could hardly undo it. The air was cold. She wished she wasn't alone, but also knew that Glinda had no place up here on a broom with her.

She landed near a cave, pulling her cloak tightly around her, gazing up at the sky. Stars twinkled and the moon glowed. She tried to imagine that her best friend was staring up at the sky from her bedroom and seeing the same night that she was.

Somehow, the thought made her feel much less alone.