Alright I'm ready to get chapter 3 up and running! Hopefully you guys will like this!

Do you ever just google image "gelphie" and watch yourself slowly descend into a crying and giggling madness of "holy crap i need more than 1 page of solid proof in the book." I am so sad that this is not real in the musical.

I'm sad that its not real in general tho so whatever. just wanted to share.


Galinda stared at the green girl, despite the angry back turned to her. She harrumphed at the rude behavior and made her way down the stairs.

"How do you like that?" Galinda pouted. "I am the Mistress of this home, you know. She ought to treat me with a bit more kindness."

"To be fair, Miss, she's just done a very selfless thing. Lost her home and her family in a day." Grommetik tried to reason. Galinda began walking and Grommetik tuttered quickly along.

"Yes, well, we've lost our family in a day as well."

"And weren't you testy after that day?"

Galinda sighed. "I suppose you're right." She hummed, . "Well, have you the unused rooms clean, Grom?"

"Yes, Miss, the staff and I have dusted and tidied the whole castle. Madame Mayra is preparing dinner as we speak."

"I'm very very impressified, Grom."

"Divide and conquer, Miss."

"Well, thank you very much." Galinda smiled, stopping to turn on her heel and kiss the robot on his little metal head. "You're excellent."

"You're too good, Miss."

Galinda gave a big smile, squeaking a tiny "I know," to his compliment.


Elphaba watched the ceiling with disdain. This was her home now. No. This was where she lived now. "But at least I had the library and Doctor Dillamond. And a purpose." Elphaba bit back the sudden pang of sadness with a curse. "This sucks." She looked out the window, afraid of the dark grey skies that were approaching. Rain would soak her through the bars of that window, no matter where she moved in the cage. She muttered to herself, afraid and angry.

Suddenly, Tiny Time Dragon poked his smiling head into the room. His ticks alerted Elphaba to his presence. She glanced to him,"Miss... Um, what is your name?"

Elphaba looked to the mechanical Animal distrustfully. "What do you want?"

"Well, Miss," Tiny Time Dragon twitched with a few ticks, "your room is prepared." He opened the door of the little jail.

"This isn't where I'm to stay?"

"No, Miss, not at all. It's the rules for you to be in there. But not for the whole time by any means. Miss Galinda is at full liberty to allow you out." Elphaba raised her eyebrows at the little creature. "She is the Mistress of this manor, after all. She may try to uphold the rules, but she does have some say."

Elphaba glanced behind her once more, too fearful of the approaching storm to question the little machine further. She followed Tiny Time Dragon, her head held high and defiant. He lead her down the stairs to a warm-looking room. In the corner was a closet; beside that closet was another door leading to the restroom; at the back wall there were two windows on either side of a mirror; a desk and chair sat in the very center of the room, atop a floral rug; in a nook to the left of the door was a huge bed with a blue comforter.

"This is all for me?" Never in her life had Elphaba been in possession of such a room. In fact, never in her life had Elphaba been in possession of such a nice blanket, alone.

"Yes, of course, miss. You are our guest." Elphaba ran her hand against the wall as she explored her room. "Madame Krieg will be in soon to take your measurements and the like."

"Measurements?" Elphaba asked, turning back to glance at Tiny Time Dragon.

"New clothes, Miss." Elphaba glanced down to her own, admittedly filthy, clothes. "Miss Galinda insisted."

"Well, thank you," Elphaba nodded, kneeling down to level with Tiny Time Dragon. "I truly do appreciate your generosity, sir."

Tiny Time Dragon gave Elphaba a smile, and Elphaba returned it with a nod. "Madame Krieg will be up soon."


Elphaba was in her new bed properly dozing off when a knock came at her door. Instantly alert, the witch's hands rose defensively. "Yes?" She called out, though her voice was still husky with sleep.

Instantly, a small teapot on wheels, coated in gears or all sizes, chugged along inside. The spout of the tiny pot extended, and Elphaba noticed the centimeter ticks along its edge.

"Up, up, up, dear," the teapot commanded. "We must get at least one dress made up in time for dinner."

"Madame Krieg, I presume?" Elphaba asked, standing only to appease the little mechanical.

"That would be me, dear." She extended her spout a foot or so more. "Tall one aren't you?" Elphaba's indulgent half-smile turned into a forced grimace. At least it wasn't a green comment. Madame Krieg gave a small puff of steam as she wheeled back. "Twig of a thing too, hm?"

"No one's ever been much interested in my weight and height, I'm sure."

"With a dress fitting you like this, can't say I'm surprised, dear."

Elphaba, then, decided that she liked this snarky little teapot. No comments on her skin made up for the presence of the comments on her clothes.


"What's her name again?" Galinda asked, walking up stairs to Elphaba's room.

"Miss, I'm truly not sure."

"She's a green girl, Time Dragon, how could you forget her name?"

"I'm not sure that she told me, Miss." Tiny Time Dragon explained. Galinda huffed and rolled her eyes. "You may simply ask her again, Miss."

"I suppose I must, mustn't I?" Galinda sighed, and stood outside of the door. She raised her hand as if to knock, but then pulled it back down.

"Krieg has finished her dresses by now?"

"Surely, Mistress. Madame Krieg has said that she looks fine in them as well."

"There's no chance that it would take more time to finish her dresses? Say, tomorrow?"

Grommetik responded with a chuckle,"She will have to eat, Miss, and you'll have to meet her. There's no time like the present."

"Oh, alright," Galinda muttered. She gulped and thought it over in her head. Just knock. Just the simple little action of knocking. You can do that. You're capable of knocking on a door in your own house. And so, by not thinking of the implications, Galinda was able to knock on the door.

"What?" came the short reply from the other side of the door.

Galinda winced at the green girl's obvious distaste for her. She blinked hard and elected to take on the respectful tone that Tiny Time Dragon and Grommetik used with her, when she was upset. "Uh, hello, there. You will be joining myself and the staff for dinner tonight, Miss?"

"No."

This response took Galinda aback. "No?" She questioned, her face growing pink. "What do you mean, no?"

There was the briefest of sighs from the other side of the door. "I mean, no, I won't go to dinner."

"What-" Galinda was about to repeat her previous question, but decided against it. She turned to Tiny Time Dragon and Grommetik, "I asked politely, didn't I?"

"You did very well, Miss."

"Then why isn't she being so difficult? I asked politely, and she refused."

"To be fair, it was more of a statement than a question, Mistress." Grommetik tried to reason.

"Well, fine then." Galinda huffed again, trying to calm herself so that her red cheeks would fade back to pink. She turned back to the door. "Miss," she took another deep breath. "would you like to join me for dinner this evening, please?"

On the other side of the door, Elphaba gave another quick refusal.

Galinda huffed, and turned to her staff. "Well, what now?" She looked over her shoulder at the door, her cheeks reddening in her frustration. "Why is she so disrespectifying? The green bean is staying in my house, after all. She is my guest. She ought to show me a bit more..." Galinda huffed, "well, more respect."

"I have a name," Elphaba called from the other side of the door.

"And would you care to enlighten me as to what that is, Madame?" Galinda called through the door.

"Elphaba Thropp," the wicked witch called out, matching the mistress's bitter tone.

"Well, then, Miss Elphaba of the artichokes, would you please join me for dinner?" Galinda began to yell.

"You don't even want me to come to dinner. We both know it. It's simply the principle of the ordeal now." Elphaba replied sharply. In her frustration, she opened the door, poking her head out. Galinda winced at her hue once more, only angering Elphaba further. "I'm right aren't I? Wouldn't want your company to match your salad."

"That's not fair-!" Galinda began, but Elphaba merely rolled her eyes and slammed the door again.

"Enjoy your dinner, my sweet. You are the mistress of the house, after all."


"This is ridiculosious," Galinda huffed to the staff over the dinner table. "I don't want to have her here. She clearly doesn't want to be here. These stupid rules are just making everyone's lives miserable."

"The rules exist so that you might free all of us from them, Miss. You have to learn to accept and love-"

"And be loved even if the poor thing is disgusticified." Galinda huffed. "I know. It's still stupid."


Elphaba wore her new navy outfit, admiring the thick and warm fabric in the mirror. The fabric would certainly come in handy in case of any water incidents. The sleeves were long, and the tights beneath covered even her feet. She looked up to examine the neckline, sadly not a turtleneck, and caught sight of her green skin once again, and stared disdainfully at it.

How much harm would it have caused for her to be born normal? How many men would ave died for her to be born with fair skin, like that which Nessa had? How many orphans would be created for her to not be allergic to water? How many flowers would have wilted for her to have been loved by her father and mother?

She was tired of the vegetable comments. The caution she felt about baths. The winces when someone caught sight of her. The disdainful and shameful looks she received from her family when in public. She was tired of having to be mean and bitter in order for these little moments of loathing to come along more sparingly. The only man who had made her feel normal was a Goat. And now, she had lost him too. Elphaba was stuck, in this damn manor, for eternity, with someone who could only hate her for every things she was.

Maybe she didn't have to be stuck.

For now, however, she looked over her reflection, and thought disdainful thoughts.


I'm pretty glad for how this turned out. The next chapter will be a short lee-way of sorts, I believe. I'll proceed to the action in the chapter following that.

Read and review please, dears!