(A/N: This isn't very good. It was written while I was tired, and it's probably really out of character. If this sucks or contradicts the Wicked universe in a way that I didn't mean to contradict it, I apologize to the awesomeness that is Wicked. I just wanted to write a fan fic for it. Enjoy!)
Looking
There were spells.
There were plenty of spells in the Grimmerie. Flying spells, healing spells, unlocking spells.
But the one spell Glinda truly needed wasn't there.
She couldn't find a spell to bring Elphaba back to her.
Elphaba was the reason she had learned to read this thing.
But what was the point?
Glinda didn't have anyone anymore. No one to show how to be popular, no one to teach how to toss their hair. Now she only had herself, and no spell to help her.
It didn't do any good to keep flipping through the pages; she would never find the spell. It was impossible.
There were so many spells that it made Glinda feeling like her head was "explode-ifying."
But the only spell that she would ever consider useful could never be found.
(A/N: How was that? Should I keep writing Wicked fan fics, or not? Reviews are love!)