Long years they have waited, for seventeen long years a body has been wandering this world without a soul. Waiting for the exact moment to strike and conquer; to quench the thirst for vengeance, for superiority. The plan was hatched years before the target was born, years before Oz knew what the wizard was capable of; years before Elphaba Thropp was born, the ideal host.
A day after Elphaba was born, the figure had tried transferring its soul into the babe. It was not to be, for forces unbeknownst to the figure were coursing through Elphaba's body.
Thus, the figure retreated back into the shadows and went in search of Yackle: A prophecy teller.
When the figure arrived there, Yackle had shown her all the things that would be happening..or not. And in those little snippets of the future, the figure had finally figured out whose body it's soul would be hiding in, waiting for their time of redemption. But for now, it would live under the scenes and behind the curtains...with a scarce amount of magic.
And in how many more months' time, its soul would transfer to its new host.
Through the legend of Nyree, the goddess of contempt, a body without its soul cannot perform Sorcery; For Sorcery is connected to the soul, and the soul connected to Sorcery.
Madame Morrible had already assigned all the room assignments when she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Yes, yes, what is it dea-" She paused when she saw who she was talking to.
"Madame, I haven't been assigned my room yet." Elphaba said with an air of confidence.
Quickly regaining her composure, Madame Morrible looked towards the crowd of students gathered in front of her and asks: "Who would be so kind enough to volunteer to room with Miss…"
"Elphaba, Elphaba Thropp."
"With Miss Elpha- The Wizard's daughter?" Morrible whispers scandalaciously.
"That would be me." The Wizard's daughter smiled a teethy grin.
Morrible lifted her chin a little higher, "Who would gladly room with the Wizard's daughter?"
'Did I hear right? The Wizard's daughter?! Oh my what a prize, what a prize. Popsicle would be proud of me if I did this.' Galinda thought.
She raised her hand with eagerness before any of the other girls could. She almost shrieked "Madame! Madame! I shall room with her! It would be my honor."
"Ah very well, come here Miss..Upland? Is it? Meet your new roommate.
Galinda walked towards the front and easily evaded all the other students.
And when she got there, her heart beats faster, and she felt the air around her fizzling with magic, with electricity, and her skin began to form goose bumps.
Just a little more space to cover before she sees her roommate, her fabulous daughter of the Wizard roommate.
As a student blocking Galinda's view of her roommate moves back, what she sees and what she feels when she sees her roommate shocks her.
There, standing before 'ole Morrible was a green skinned girl, despite the skin, her body was slender, her legs were of the most perfect shapes, and her eyes, oh those eyes; green and alluring. Like a bottomless pit of warmth and protection, her eyes looked as though there were a thousand moments and emotions in one glance.
Her movements, albeit not that graceful, looked to Galinda as if it were the dance the angels above were dancing. The soft way her hips sashayed, the agile way her arms moved, her hair billowing and swaying softly to the unheard melody of perfection.
That's when Galinda felt it again, and this time it was really there. The burning under her skin, the sweat forming on her forehead, and the spark that fizzled and crackled inside her. It was unnatural, but it felt wonderfully unnatural.
"Miss Elphaba, this would be your roommate, Miss Upland." Morrible gestured to a (not petite) blonde.
The blonde's hair looked as though it was spun gold; emitting a soft and radiant glow. Her eyes were a deep blue with hints of purple. Elphaba would have thought that the blonde's eyes held so many depths and layers that she could not fathom how an eye may look as it was on the blonde.
To Elphaba, the blonde seemed like she was somewhere else, somewhere far. And then she feels it, something was pulling her close to this...person. Sweaty hands searched for the hem of Elphaba's blouse and began attempting to dry them. The green in her face had began to darken, as it was prone to happen after a hot bath.
The air around her had begun to thicken and somehow, she found it harder to breath, like something was sucking her life force out of her. Electricity, where hath thou come from?
Repulsion or attraction? Elphaba did not know. Nor was she in the mood to find out. All she wanted to do right now was get settled in her room, plop down her mattress and rest. She was in no mood to be mindful of the stare she saw the blonde gave her, or the look of amazement in the faces of most of her fellow students and pure hatred in others. She was used to it; As a child growing up at the Emerald city, she had learned to ignore or to graciously accept praise or looks of disdain.
"Nice to meet you Miss Upland." Elphaba extended her hand out.
Galinda giggles, "No Miss Thropp, the pleasure is all mine" she said.
And as she put out her hand mere inches away from touching Elphaba, the sparks strengthen and her heart beats more wildly, sweat began to decorate her forehead, her mouth had gone dry and her hand started to tingle with energy.
When their hands do touch, both Elphaba and Galinda felt the spark as if it traveled from the other to the other, carrying a part of each one and transporting it to the other.
Elphaba takes her hand back and asks: "Did you feel that?"
"I-I.." Galinda starts but gets rudely interrupted by Madame Morrible.
She squished herself between the two ladies, and asks "Feel what, dearies?" with a little smile plastered on her face, little but not unnoticeable.
"Nothing." Elphaba replied as she lifts a green finger up to her lips 'luscious lips' Galinda thinks.
"Now that you all have been roomed, I expect all of your belongings to be brought to your rooms this instant."
Slowly, the chatter in the hall dies down and the number of students lessens by the minute.
Trudging up the stairs to their room, neither girl spoke up, too confused with what had transpired.
Reaching the door, both of them unknowingly reach for the doorknob. As they do so, their hands touch once again, and the spark ripples through both of their veins, slowly melting all the ice formed in their souls and their hearts. Eradicating all harsh pasts and circling both of their hearts before finally retreating back into wherever the spark hides.
"There it was again!" Galinda exclaims as she retreats her hand back.
Elphaba looked at the girl before her before speaking "You felt it too?"
"Of course I did! I wouldn't be reacting the way I am if I didn't, would I?" Galinda snapped and realized what she said. "Oh Oz, I am so sorry Miss Thropp."
"No no, never say sorry for logic. It is I who should be sorry for asking such questions." Unconciously Elphaba rubs her elbow with her hand.
As Elphaba does so, Galinda sees the faint change in her coloring. Her face was now a darker green. Galinda would go as far as thinking this was Elphaba's way of blushing. And maybe it was.
While in her stupor, Galinda failed to realize that Elphaba had already opened the door to their room and was letting her in first.
"You first." She said with a slight bow.
Galinda arched her eyebrow at the Wizard's daughter's actions. "Isn't it I who should be doing such things for you, Miss daughter of the Wizard of Oz?" Galinda says with a smirk.
"Just get in." Elphaba says with mock sternness.
Galinda complies.
After setting up their things and fixing their beddings, both of them set themselves down on the bed.
"Elphaba?" Galinda turns and looks at Elphaba.
With her eyes closed and her arm over her head, Elphaba answers "Hmm?"
"I know we just met and I know this is peculiar asking you this but.. what do you think what we felt a while back was?"
Elphaba opens her eyes and props her head on her hand and turns to look at Galinda from across the room. "Not weird at all, it was the first time I have ever come across that kind of interaction, if I may be so bold to call it that yet, but we'll find out." She smiles and lays her head on the bed again.
"We'll find out." Galinda repeats almost to herself and closes her eyes.