Prologue

New York City is a unique place. So a family of four walking down Broadway raised no eyebrows, even with phrases like, "We're only a year away from Hogwarts mum only ONE YEAR MUM" and

"So she's going to fly, how is she going to fly, I didn't think muggles had levitation charms Mam, Mam how do they do it Mam" being chirped from the little girls.

Sisters Eleadora and Estelle Blackwood smiled indulgently at their two daughters making no attempts to shush the ten year olds.

Eleadora brushed snow out of her daughters brown curls

"Vanessa, I told you to keep your hat on, you'll get frizzy hair"

"Mum its christmas, you're supposed to get frizzy hair" Eleadora looked over at her sister

"If my daughter dies of a cold this is your fault for dragging us to new york at christmas time Estelle Marie"

"Oh hush, the girls are fine and we're going to be in a nice warm theatre soon"

"Mum mum mum" "Yes Celia baby" "Don't call me baby I'm not a baby"

"Celeste what did you want to say, focus"

"Urm, don't you find it bad that the witch in this thing we're going to see is green, I think it urm.. reflects badly on us magicky types"

Celeste questioned Estelle a very serious look on her young face, deciding to save her baffled looking sister Eleadora stepped in.

"Celeste sweetie she isn't the only magical being in this play"

Vanessa butted in sounding scandalised "Mummy it's a musical not a play!"

"Fine fine a musical, speaking of musical's here we are" the four stared in wonder up at the large black pillars of the Gershwin Theatre, the adults stared at the lights and boards "after so long I still can't get my head around all the stuff muggles do on a regular basis" the two girls how ever cared little for muggle miracles as all they cared about was "T SHIRTS" Vanessa grabbed her cousin by the hand and before either of their mothers could say so much as 'Stop' the two girls were running towards a stand of merchandise and within seconds their mothers had completely lost sight of them, immediately the mothers flew after them, sighing in relief when they came back into view

"Mum Mum, can I have this hooded t shirt thing please" Vanessa begged

"Auntie Dora, can I have these socks"

"Ness, its a hoodie, both of you ask again after the show, ok?"

Vanessa frowned unhappily "Mum its a musical not a show"

"can't it be both?"

"Girls hurry up or we won't get to our seats in time"

"Mam, we've got ten minutes we'll be fine" "Don't be cheeky Celeste!"

The small family were soon making their way to their seats, in the middle of the theatre

"Hurry up Auntie Stelle we'll miss the start"

"Well if you hadn't decided you needed to go the loo we wouldn't would we"

"I didn't wanna miss some to go the loo half way through!"

"Vanessa Blackwood, its want to not wanna, and there is an intermission halfway through"

"Oh"

The lights started to dim just as they sat down.

Throughout the musical, the two girls sat enchanted by everything that was happened on stage.

They giggled through 'What is this feeling', swooned over Fiyero, Vanessa cried during defying gravity and spent the entire interval sobbing into her cousins shoulder, who soon joined her in 'No good deed' and no one clapped louder when it was over.

As the final curtain fell, they were going to use magic for good.

Vanessa stared fondly at the Wicked brochure her and her cousin had purchased all those years ago. That was the night that defined her and her cousin, without Wicked they may never have found their passions.

She sighed happily remembering, having to be dragged from the theatre with the promise of a hoodie, Celeste getting a hoodie too so they could match, singing on the journey home and just this feeling that she'd discovered a whole new kind of magic.

They went back every year at christmas, they'd seen the show seven times so far, they had a plethora of merchandise, socks, tee shirts and the necklace she was currently wearing, but they both agreed, nothing compared to the first.

Thinking back she was filled with longing to go back to that first Christmas, to relive the momentary happiness and fearlessness that her former childishness had to offer.