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Claimer: But I own the idea! So don't steal it, it's miiiine.

Author's Note: Hey again. Sorry it took me so long to update. And this chapter isn't very long, too. Nevertheless I hope you will like it. As always thanks to those who have read this story so far, especially thank you to the reviewers. I'd be happy to get (much) more comments ;) they're a very good motivation.

Now on with it and have fun!

Panting, Glinda searched her surroundings. She was in her dorm, in her bed. Good. That was normal. Elphaba wasn't there. That was strange, but not unusual. In fact, she was thankful for being alone.

What in Oz' name had she been dreaming? Pushing an exaggerated breath out of her lungs the blonde let herself fall onto her soft mattress again.

The memories and pictures already faded into nothingness but she could recall her emotions very well, still feeling aroused, blood pumping furiously through her veins. By Lurline, it felt great, and now that it was gone she felt empty, missing the security that protected her only moments before.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to forget. Whatever it actually was, she didn't want to lose it.

Oh gosh. She draped an arm over her face and grumbled. Concentrating, she tried to focus on what she had been dreaming. She remembered being free, happy ... there where trees and animals around her. A hand holding hers, a tree at her back ... there was more. She was missing something! Oz, she hated that.

Huffing frustrated and opening her eyes annoyed she saw a green flash at her right side. Immediately a picture floated her mind. A body leaning against her, covering her; lips coming nearer ... Glinda jumped nervously. As soon as the image was on her mind she'd already forgotten it again. It made her angry.

"Don't panic. There is no need to hurry, no classes today."

Glinda nearly shrieked. Shocked, she looked wildly at her roommate.

"Elphaba!" She panted exhausted, her voice squeaking.

The green girl smirked ruefully, both from pain the high-pitched voice caused and the astonishing discovery Glinda had made.

"Who did you expect? A prince?" She emphasized the last word sarcastically.

Glinda blinked confused. "I didn't thought you'd ... wait. What? No classes? How, why, I mean, did something happen?"

Elphaba lifted an eyebrow and simply pointed to the window. Glinda followed the direction and gazed outside.

Leaves swirled brutally around, trees nearly touched the ground by the force of the strong wind, branches broke and flew dangerously around. Clouds which were almost black overcast the sky and moments later fat raindrops whipped onto the ground, obscured the sight and transformed windows into water courses.

"They said that today will be definitely no school. As for the next days, they try to do at least some classes at each particular house."

The blonde only nodded. There was too much to comprehend at the moment. First the dream with its confusing content, the unknown meaning, the abrupt awakening and the fading memory, and now a terrible storm was raging outside, no classes and ... too much.

She rose, got out of her bed, walked over to the bathroom and closed the door without saying a word or looking once at Elphaba.

The green girl shrugged. She wondered briefly about the strange morning, her strange roommate but then took a book and began reading.