A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while… been busy with school and such!
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked or The Wizard of Oz, only the characters and circumstances I make up!
Chapter 3~ Dorothy Again
"Dorothy, there you are!" said Auntie Em, walking over to the stairs and leading me over to our guests. I was still too stunned to talk.
"Dorothy," Aunt Em said, "This is Mr. and Mrs. Trig. Mr. and Mrs. Trig, my niece, Dorothy."
"How do you do?" I said to Mr. Trig, and I stuck out my hand for him to shake. I'm going crazy, I thought to myself. It sounds just like him.
"How do you do," he said, and took my hand.
"Very well, thank you," I said, remembering the last time I'd said that to him. Or at least, someone who looks/ sounds just like him. I turned to look at his wife, and had to remind myself not to stare. She also looked familiar, with the sharp features and black hair in a bun, but I couldn't place it. However, she seemed nice enough.
"It's an extreme pleasure to meet one of my students before school starts," she said, and I also shook her hand.
"Likewise," I said, "for me to meet a teacher, Mrs. Trig." I let go of her hand as soon as possible without being rude. It felt familiar, that hand, and not in a good way.
"Please," she said, "call me Fae. I don't like being called Mrs. outside of work."
"Of course, Fae. And what shall I call you, sir?" I turned my attention back to Mr. Trig.
"Fiyero, if you don't mind." He seemed uncomfortable saying his name.
"Fiyero?" asked Auntie Em, "What an unusual name! Where is its origin?" Auntie Em loves languages.
Fae answered, "Finland, I believe. But, enough about us, why don't you tell us a little about yourself, Dorothy?"
I hesitated. "What do you want to know?"
Her answer was instantaneous. "How about you tell us these stories that we keep hearing around town? I really am curious." She smiled at me, and it made a shiver run down my spine.
But Aunt Em would have none of that. "Oh, those lies. There just some things Dorothy worked up in her spare time-" but I cut across her.
"Come with me into the living room," I said, "and I'll tell you."