A/N: I've been on a bit of a Wicked kick recently. Oops. And I got to thinking what a Harry Potter/Wicked crossover would be like. It starts off at the rising action of the story, but I promise you will get back story to everything and all that good stuff.
This MAY or may not turn out to be Gelphie, depending on what the muses decide they want to do.
Enjoy!
A Surprise Apartment Assignment of Fate - Chapter 1
The apartment the Ministry of Magic had procured for Elphaba for the duration of her yearlong internship was on the thirteenth and top floor of a Wizard-only apartment building. To Muggles, apparently, it looked like an office building, and they walked by it without a care in the world. To the Magical folk, however, it was a hodge podge of only-slightly crumbling brick and mortar, 1920s era at the base with an upward progression of different kinds of materials, each new layer of materials signifying a new era in which yet another few tenements had been added to the otherwise slightly rickety structure. The entire building looked seemingly to held together by spit and chewing gum; Elphaba had a strong feeling it was instead held up by several decades worth of reinforcement charms, layered upon each other until they formed a magical backbone as strong as any Muggle I-beam.
The apartment, naturally, had no elevator, or dumbwaiter, or anything capable of speeding the thirteen floor ascent to the Ministry-rented apartment. Thankfully, the apartment came furnished and Elphaba had very little with her. A good percentage of her things, her books and most of her Muggle clothing, still resided in the room of her father's house in Cardiff. Elphaba honestly did not know if any of it still existed—her Muggle priest of a father had probably burned it all the moment she left for the Ministry of Magic, despite her promises she would be back to claim it at some point later. But Elphaba had her wand, and her mother's wand, and the little green bottle her mother had always treasured. That was all she really needed, although cards for the local Wizarding and Muggle libraries would be mostly certainly procured at Elphaba's earliest convenience. Therefore, with very little possessions and seven years climbing stairs at Hogwarts, the thirteen floors came relatively easy, although the last five flights or so made her calves burn.
The door to Apartment 13C directly faced the stairs as the young green witch climbed the last flight and stepped onto the landing. She fished in her bag for her key (why were there keys when the doors could be opened with a wand tap? Pretense, Elphaba supposed) and slid it into the lock. The door opened smoothly and Elphaba let herself in. Naturally, as the apartment was Wizarding, an Undetectable Extension Charm had been placed on the rooms, allowing for a much bigger venue than the small apartment complex displayed. It was reasonably well lit with Everlasting Fire sealed in glass globes that either floating overhead or were attached to the walls. There was a small kitchenette, an ancient-style icebox and oven, an attached sitting room with two drab couches and an equally drab coffee table, and there was-
An ear-splitting scream wrenched through the air, causing Elphaba to drop her bag and instantly direct her wand towards the noise. She was met with a similarly drawn wand, robes of eye-watering pink, and the slack jaw of one familiar blond Hufflepuff with bright blue eyes and perfect skin.
"Galinda Upland?" Elphaba seethed, her dark eyebrows settling down into a scowl.
"That's right, Miss Elphaba Thropp," the blond responded, not lowering her wand even a hairsbreadth. "Now would you please explain what you doing in my apartment?"