So here it is, chapter Seven! I just barely managed to get up on time as promised so I apologise if it comes across as a little bit rushed, cus it is! My own fault for leaving it so late, as least now that it's up I can always just edit it later if I need too. Here's a shout out to the winning voters: livromaniaque, ElphieIsPopular, Doglvoer645, witches always return, RedApple435, Hedgehog of time, Wanli8970, Anonymous Guest, LikyGold23 & Frostbite! Thanks for responding so fast and saving me further embarrassment! This one's for you! SS

Chapter Seven –

Nessarose's POV

I fiddled with a loose tear of fabric on at the arm of the chair of my seat anxiously as I waited for the next scene to start up. I nearly jumped when I felt a warm hand in case my own. I looked up to see my mother's face smelling gently at me. My Mother. How strange it felt to finally be able to put a face to a name. Father never liked to talk about her much and Elphaba only had a few decent memoires, or at least that's what she told me anyway, though I suspect from the way she's being so instantly comfortable around her that she remembers more than she's ever let on. My sister is NEVER that comfortable around other people, I know she sometimes even struggles with me and our friends when we're alone.

Half-sister. I realized with a slight pang. Although that does explain a lot. Including father's negligence towards her. I leaned forward slightly in my seat to search him out in the last row in front of us. I wonder if he knew? He must have suspected it surely for how long he's been treating her the way he has surely. But then again that could just be due to her unusual colouring till now. I cringed at that thought and found myself hoping for the former. Otherwise who knows what he'd do to her now when this is over. Its true Elphaba's verdigris was rather unappealing at times, as is her awful temper but the former at least wasn't strictly her fault, it was mothers.

Mother. I pulled my hand away from hers at that unsettling thought. She looked at me strangely and I motioned her forward, not wanting this conversation to be overheard by the person next to her. I fumbled for the right words for a moment. Final I seemed to have found my voice.

"It's just, how COULD you? I don't understand! Father always spoke of you in such a rightly way whenever he rarely mentioned you?" She seemed to have been expecting this because her face took on a mournful look, yet I could detect no regret among her features. She turned in her seat to face me and grasped both of my hands in her own, resting them on my lap.

"I know it's hard for you to understand. You've been brought up by a very religious person and I know you value what you've been taught." She paused for a moment, contemplating.

"I never truly loved your father. It was an arranged marriage and I was with no one else at the time so had no choice but to go through with it. I did TRY to get along with him and perhaps maybe even learn love him, I really did, but I guess some things were just never meant to be. I was very young back then I was always a very social person. I was very lonely and longed for company."

She seemed to be getting lost in thought. "The man you saw me with was very charming and very kind to me when I first met him and treated me well for the short time I saw him. I never heard from him again after that night, though he trusted me enough to confine in me and tell me his real name and where he was going after that. I know who and where he is now and I can tell you that is he right here with us, currently in this room."

I gasped and nearly blurted it right out to Elphaba there and then the truth of her parentage but mother beat me to it, planting a slim finger delicately over my lips. "I'm afraid I must ask you not to say anything to your sister just yet. I trust you enough to tell you that the man who is her biological father is the one now sat next to your teacher Madam Morrible in the back row of seats in front of us, but she can't know, not yet!"

My widened eyes drifting towards the man mother mentioned as she continued to speak, her finger still against my still lips. She watched me carefully before removing her lowering her hand from my face. "All will be revealed, at the right time, in the right place and order."

I could only nod silently, still too much in shock trying to process the information I'd just taken in while the images on the screen came to life again.

The image cleared again to follow Elphaba as she weaved her way down the dusty brick path, past the tall stone statue outside the school's courtyard, face buried in a book, as usual. A young lad on a bicycle sped past her, twinkling the bell at her as he went. Small groups of other students milled about lazily.

Said boy called out cheeringly with his friends when he spotted himself on the wall.

A posh looking carriage hurried up the road towards her, an oblivious, skinny, pot-marked boy steering it. Elphaba yelped as they narrowly avoided a collision, throwing the diver a glare as he tried quickly to calm the startled horse, not noticing her stalk up to him until it was almost too late.

(Elphaba): "HEY!"

The boy panicked when he saw her reaching toward the side door where another boy, lay snoozing lazily inside.

(Alaric): "Please Miss! You'll disturb him!"

Elphaba continued leaning into the carriage, tossing a reply over her shoulder without missing a beat.

(Elphaba): "I certainly will! Wake up you!"

She gripped her thick book tightly in both hands and bought it down lightly on the sleeping boy's forehead causing him to jolt awake with a start. The driver gasped in horror.

A burst of laughter erupted from somewhere in the back row, causing everyone to look round to where the king sat in his seat, doubled up with laughter. He was wiping tears from his eyes as he finally formulated an answer. "I like this girl! It's about time someone gave my son some normal treatment for change and bring him back down to earth, one way or another!"

Beside him, his wife was smiling and nodded in agreement, while the princes younger brother was just grinning widely, clearing enjoying his brother's humiliation. Half the eyes in room the room briefly turned to Elphaba who was blushing profusely -Hold on, since when does ELPHABA blush!?- Before turning back to the moving pictures.

(Alaric): "Miss! Do you know who this is?"

(Elphaba): "I don't care who he is, your cart nearly knocked me over and you're sleeping?!"

The groggy form of Fiyero stepped slowly up to the step of the carriage, one hand nursing his forehead lightly, clearly hungover, before stopping and stating obviously.

(Fiyero): "Well of course, it's daytime!"

Elphaba scoffed at him while he complete ignored her, jumping lightly down from the carriage step to bid his driver farewell.

(Fiyero): "Well I'll see you soon Alaric. Doubt I'll last any longer at this school than any other the others!"

The two preform some sort of complicated, childish secret handshake before they parted ways, Alaric taking off with the carriage in tow while Fiyero turned round to find Elphaba still stood there, giving him a scornful look.

(Elphaba): "Is this really how you go through life, nearly running people over and then not noticing them?"

Fiyero coolly ignored her spiteful comment, looking her up and down mildly curiously before a light smirk curled at the corners of his lips.

(Fiyero): "Maybe the driver saw green and through it meant go?"

"FIYERO TIGGILAR!" The queen's voice boomed from the back of the room, just in front of us and I saw her face turn red with shame as she looked at him in furry. I noticed him through the corner of my eyes slink down in his seat, looking like he wished the ground would open up and swallow him, while Galinda and Elphaba looked on beside him, one sympathetic, the other deeply amused. No prizes for guessing which was which.

A quiet coughing caught everyone's attention and the crowds gaze was drawn to a lithe figure stood casually by the doors, near the shadows. Sorrow raised her voice calmly to be sure everyone heard, once she seemed certain she'd captured the whole room's attention.

"I'd just like to point out, I am planning to give you all a break at several different points through out this so that everyone can take a moment or two to digest everything they've seen so if I can just ask to please stay in your seat and keep quiet for just a little longer and if you still want to kill him at that point, you're welcome to do so then?"

She offered sweetly. Her promise seemed to appeal to the furious queen, who through one last seething glare at her son before sinking back into her chair again. Focus once again restored, the phantom dissolved into the back ground and we look once more to the images on the wall.

Elphaba didn't dignified his jibe with an answer, choosing instead to stalk off, leaving him to wonder over to the other students hanging around the huge metal statue in the center of the yard.

Among them Galinda stood chatting idly with her groupies when Boq came rushing towards them, calling at the top of his lungs like a lost puppy chasing after its master.

(Boq): "Miss Gaaalllllliiiinnnndddaaaaa!"

He finally drew to a halt just a few feet away from them, nearing knocking over a couple of Galinda's fans in the process, who threw him harsh glares that he all but failed to notice.

(Boq): "Miss Galinda! I know that I'm just a mere Munchkin."

He raised himself up to his full height as he said so, looking quite proud of himself for in usually tall height for his people.

I smiled at his image, remembering that magical night we shared together. I sighed dreamily, barely noticing the concerned look mother gave me from my side. We really do deserve each other. I watch him flail around to get Galinda attention. This must be when he asked her for her help talking to me.

(Boq): "But, even a Munchkin has feelings and I've been trying to tell you of mine for you, but sometimes it's like you don't even know who I am?"

What? THAT caught my attention and I found myself sitting upright, or at least as close to straight as I could without assistance.

Galinda looked around uncomfortably as he awaited her response, clearly looking for a way out of the situation without having to shed her "goodly" persona.

(Galinda): "Oh that isn't true, Bick."

(Boq): "It's Boq."

(Galinda): "BICK!"

Galinda suddenly shrieked excitedly and gasped his arm, shaking it lightly as she spotted Fiyero's wandering figure just a little way off from them. Boq's face took on a smitten look as he gazed down at her hand on his arm.

(Boq): "You're touching me!"

I felt a stab on pain at seeing the dreamy look on Boq's face. He can't like her, he can't. He loves me! He does! He DOES!

(Galinda): "Do you know who that is? That's Fiyero Tiggilar! The Winkie prince with the most scandalious reputation!"

She swooned as she spoke, pulling away from the Munchkin to stroll up to the new comer, tossing her hair flirtingly as she did so. He watched her with amusement, stopping to mimic her hair toss when she'd finished.

(Galinda): "So are you looking for something or, someone?"

(Fiyero): "Umm yeah, some kind of history class."

He spun a bit of paper in one hand idly, clearly not really reading it. Boq stepped in quickly, eager to get rid of the handsome new boy.

(Boq): "The history building is over there my friend."

He made to nudge him in the right direction but Galinda interrupted him, shooing him away, not keen to see the prince gone so quickly.

(Galinda): "But that class just finished."

(Fiyero): "Ah, perfect timing."

He shoved the paper back into his satchel carelessly, eyeing Galinda causally as she giggled into her palm in a supposedly adorable manner.

(Fiyero): "So? What do people do for fun around here?"

(Galinda): "Nothing. Until now."

(Boq): "We've been studying."

That made me smile. My Boq, always trying to encourage good behaviour.

Boq cut in quickly, still trying to remain a part of the conversation. The prince looked at him with mock horror.

(Fiyero): "Well, it seems like once again the responsibility to corrupt my fellow students falls to me. Luckily, I'm up to the task."

He hooked an arm around the smaller boy's shoulders in a brotherly embrace.

(Fiyero): "See. The trouble with school is, they always try to teach the wrong lesson. Believe me, I've been kicked out of enough of them to know. They want you to become less callow, less shallow."

Galinda burst into a seemingly random fit of giggles beside him by this point.

(Fiyero): "But I say why invite stress in? Stop studying strife and learn to live, the unexamined life."

Well that's certainly one way to look at things. I'll admit I found his way of thinking rather exciting, although I'd never admit around my father.

(Fiyero): "Dancing through life, skimming the surface, gliding where turf is smooth. Life is froughtless, when you're thoughtless. Lifes more painless, for the brainless. why think too hard, when it's so soothing? Dancing through life, no need to tough it, when you can slough it off as I do. Nothing matters, but knowing nothing matters, it's just life. So keep dancing through."

His speech caught the attention of several of the students hanging around them and he began leading the crowd, Galinda included, in a sort of dancing motion, pacing around the large stone statue.

(Fiyero): "Dancing through life, swaying and sweeping and always keeping cool. Life is fraughtless, when your thoughtless. Those who don't try, never looked foolish! Dancing through life, mindless and careless. Make sure you're where less trouble is rife. Woes are fleetingly, blows are glancing, when you're dancing, through life!"

He leapt up onto the statue at the dance's last point.

(Fiyero): "So? What's the most swankified place in town?"

He swung hazardously from the statues arm as he posed his question.

"If you fall off of that thing, I swear to Oz I'll die laughing!" Elphaba's sarcastic voice cut across our row, making me glance her way where she sat smirking smugly as Galinda smacked her arm lightly, abolishing her while Fiyero stuck his tongue out at her cheekily over his girlfriend' s head. Even I had to admit, though never out loud that it would be a rather amusing sight to see.

(Galinda): "That'll be the Oz dust ballroom."

(Fiyero): "Sounds perfect! Let's go down to the Oz dust ballroom, we'll met there later tonight. We can dance till its light. Find the prettiest girl, give her a whirl. Right on down to the Oz dust ballroom. Come on, follow me. I guarantee, you'll be happy to be there!"

He leapt down rather gracefully joining the growing crowd of frolicking students.

(Students): "Dancing through life, down at the Oz dust."

(Fiyero): "Only because dust is what we come too! Nothing matters, but knowing nothing matters."

He swung Galinda round with an arm on around her waist.

(All): "It's just life!"

(Fiyero): "So keep dancing through…."

Boq hovered just a little way off from the new couple, visibly plucking up his courage before heading over to the blonde when she moved a few step back from her dance partner.

(Boq): "Ah Miss Galinda, I do hope you'll save at least one dance for me. I'll be right there, right by your side, waiting, all night."

There was a ripple of sniggers across the rows of seats at the poor boy's obvious crush. And that's all it was, just a crush! I kept telling myself eagerly.

(Galinda): "Oh how kind. But you know what would be even kinder? See that tragically beautiful girl. The one in the chair? How it seems so unfair, we should go on a spree, but not she. Gee, I know someone would be my hero, if that someone where, to go invite her!"

(Boq): "Well… maybe, I could invite her?"

The boy seemed to be completely unaware of the trap he was falling into in his eagernesses to please her.

(Galinda): "Oh Bick, really? You would do that for me?"

(Boq): "I would do anything for you, Miss Galinda!"

With that the short boy rushed off, nearly tripping over his own feet in eagerness as he approached the crippled girl excitedly.

(Boq): "Excuse me, Miss Nessarose? I have something I'd like to ask you!"

They spoke quietly between themselves for a moment before they must have come to an agreement because he grabbed the back of her wheel chair and pushed her off somewhere further away on campus.

I felt a stab of pain cut through me. A pity date. Surely that couldn't be right! It may have started out that way but it surely isn't now!

I looked over at Boq sat next to that teacher that Elphaba likes. It can't be!

(Fiyero): "You're good."

Fiyero strolled causally from his place near the statue where he'd been observing the conversation with mild amusement. Galinda giggled again and faked obliviousness.

(Galinda): "I have no idea what you're talking about. But I do happen to be free tonight. So?"

(Fiyero): "So, I'll be picking you up around eight?"

He quirked an eyebrow at her in a flirting way and began to walk purposely slowly, up to her.

(Galinda): "After all. Now that we've met one another."

(Both): "It's clear we deserve each other."

(Galinda): "You're perfect."

(Fiyero): "You're perfect."

(Both): "So we're perfect together. Born to be forever-"

(All): "DANCING THROUGH LIFE!"

He took a hold of her and swung her outward with a grand flourish.

The image changed again, this time to both Elphaba and Nessarose in the younger girl's room, the older sister complaining loudly to her.

(Elphaba): "It's absurd! This silly rich boy appears and everybody's off to worship him at some, cultish social gathering!"

(Nessarose): "Even me! Isn't it exciting?"

The young girls face was the picture of joy, checks flushed, eyes shining, smile nearly splitting her tragically beautiful face.

(Nessarose): "Boq was too shy to ask me at first, but once Galinda incourigarised him-"

(Elphaba): "Galinda!"

The more colourful girl interrupted rudely, echoing her in disbelief. Her sister held up a hand to stop her, her expression becoming serious.

(Nessarose): "Don't! Don't you dare say another word against her. I'm about to have the first happy night of my life, THANKS to Galinda!"

A small, selfish part of me began to seriously regret shushing Elphaba like that when I was already beginning to have negative thought about the blonde myself now.

Her serious expression melted back into its original, busting with joyfully anticipation.

(Nessarose): "Finally for this one night, I'm about to have a fun night, with this Munchkin boy, Galinda found for me. And I only wish there were, something I could do for her! To repay her. Elphaba see? We deserve each other, me and Boq!"

She grasped her sister's hands in her own as though to transfer understanding to her by touch.

(Nessarose): "Elphaba try to understand?"

The older sister sighed and knelt down to the other girl's level, visibly putting on a sincere face while doing so.

(Elphaba): "I do."

I smiled at the remembrance of that night. I was so terribly excited. It had been the first party I'd ever been invited to, as me, not the governor's daughter. I'd been so happy and it turns out it had all been for nothing. I felt my expression harden. No! Not for nothing! He LOVES me! Boq loves me! He has too!

The image rearranged to show Galinda with her two friends in her shared dorm, getting ready for the party.

(Galinda): "Zip me up. I must accessorize myself for Fiyero."

The bubbly blonde turned her back to Shen, wearing a short, bright fuchsia dress with a heavily ruffled bubble skirt. Meanwhile Pfanne was sorting through ta tall stack of hat boxes stacked up in a far corner, grabbing a striped black and white one near the bottom and prying off the lid to peek inside.

(Pfannee): "Galinda! What in Oz name?"

She reached in and lifted out a bizarre tall, black pointed hat out, discarding the box on the floor as she did so. The blondes face visible blanched.

(Galinda): "Oh! Pretend you didn't see that!"

A few murmurs went round the room as a few of the students recognised the funny hat Elphaba had begun wearing since that first night at the Oz dust, myself among them.

The dainty blonde marched over and snatched the hat out of her friends grasp, holding it feebly as though afraid it would hurt her.

(Galinda): "My granny is always sending me the most hideous hats! I'd give it away, but I don't hate anyone that much!"

"Oh so I'll sure to tell your grandmother what you think of her presents when we see her next shall I?" Mr. Upland called out from his seat next his wife in front of the king and queen. I saw Galinda blush in her seat, shaking her head furiously in embarrassment.

The blonde's two friends swapped delighted grins with each other before bursting out at the same time.

(Pfannee & Shenshen): "Yes you do!"

It took a moment before their words sank and a sly smile flitted across her face.

(Galinda): "Oh no, I couldn't! Could I?"

Footsteps echoed down the hall and the other two girls gave her one last snug expression, whispering "Yes" to her before disappearing out of the room, escaping just in time before their friends green room-mate made her entrance.

(Elphaba): "Galinda listen, Nessa and I were just talking about you-"

(Galinda): "And I was just talking about you. I thought you might wanna wear this hat to the party tonight."

There was a wave of quiet laughter through of the part of the room where all of our class-mates were seated as everyone suddenly realized exactly just where Elphaba HAD gotten that weird hat, and why. Including the dainty girl's mother it seemed. Then suddenly-

"GALINDA UPLAND!" This time the perky blonde girl nearly did fall out of her seat in surprise, Elphaba snigger quietly beside her. She visibly gulped at looked at her furious mother nervously. Mrs. Upland open moth to shout at her again but another voice called out, seemingly from nowhere before she could speak, cutting her off.

"Save it for the break!" I recognised Sorrow's quiet voice, ringing with humour and apparently so did Mrs. Upland because she soon sank back down into her seat, only to turn round upon being tapped on the shoulder by the queen and the two seemed to begin talking quietly between themselves, one eye each still on the moving image in front of them.

Probably discussing their children's manners, or lack of therefore. I thought humorously to myself. Voices to my side caught my attention and I looked over to see the girl in question pulling herself ungracefully back into her seat, Elphaba still smiling at one side of her and Fiyero looking sympathetic from the other.

"You know you could of helped me there you know?" Elphaba nodded slowly. "I know, but where would be the fun in that?" The blonde pouted at her causing her to roll her eyes classically.

"Oh come on! Howe often is it that I actually get to enjoy myself at others expenses for once? Usually it's the other way around!" The shorter girl nodded reluctantly and beside her, Fiyero gave her an upset look over his girlfriend's head, anger underlining his features ever so slightly.

Since when did Fiyero get upset on Elphaba's behalf? I wondered fleetingly before my attention was recaptured by the images on the wall.

(Galinda): "It's really um, sharp. Don't cha think? And you know black, is this year's pink. You deserve each other, this hat and you. You deserve each other, you're both so, smart."

The blonde fumbled for a minute, trying to find a complement for both her usual room-mate and the equally strange item of clothing.

(Galinda): "You deserve each other, so here! Out of the goodness of my heart!"

She handed the colourful girl the odd hat before skipping out of the room leaving her to ponder over the strange gift alone.

The image changed again to the scene of the party, showing the wide array of students dressed in their best, the girls in lavishing ball gowns of every shape, size, colour and texture, the boy in dashing suites, mostly dark. The image narrowed in briefly on Galinda and Fiyero in the center of the chaos, her in the same dress as before, him in a deep burgundy tuxedo before focusing on Boq and Nessarose hovering by the side-lines, near the punch table, clearly fishing for something to talk about.

I remembered that moment as well as I remembered the rest of that wonderful night, putting the awkwardness down to first date jitters. And that's all it was! I continued to tell myself constantly. I ignored the tiny feeling deep down in the bottom of me that insisted other wise.

(Nessarose): "What's in the punch?"

The wheelchair bound girl inquired, more to break the ice than because she was actually curious about it. The reply was practically automatic.

(Boq): "Melons and lemons and pears."

(Nessarose): "Oh my."

Boq seemed to be battling internally with himself before he finally seemed to reach an conclusion, his conscience winning him over.

(Boq): "Listen Nessa."

(Nessarose): "Yes."

He confidence faltered for a moment before he picked up again.

(Boq): "Nessa. I've got something to confess a reason why, well. Why I asked you hear tonight. And I know it isn't fair."

(Nessarose): "Oh Boq. I know why."

The crippled girl tragically beautiful face fell as realisation sunk in and she cast her head down pitifully.

(Boq): "You do?"

(Nessarose): "Yes. It's because I'm in this chair, and you felt sorry for me. Well isn't that right?"

Her looked up at him imploringly.

(Boq): "What no. It's because. Um. Because."

He fumbled for a believably explanation that wouldn't hurt the girl's feelings. Then just suddenly, it seemed inspiration hit him.

(Boq): "Because you are so beautiful!"

(Nessarose): "Oh Boq! I think you're wonderful! And we deserve each other, don't you see this is our chance?"

The pretty girls face lit up brightly and she gave him and adoring look, while his eyes still trailed after the twirling blonde dancing with the prince across the room.

(Nessarose): "We deserve each other, don't we Boq?"

Say yes! Say YES! I wanted to scream at him from seat my seat but only held back knowing it was useless. It had already happened, nothing could change that. Or could it? My eyes combed the darkness around us, searching out the narrow form of our captor. Didn't say something about the whole point of this being to change to future or something like that? Then maybe I can find a way to make him love me more! I will, I will!

(Boq): "You know what? Let's dance!"

The Munchkin boy skirted the question cunningly. The girl just looked at him in disbelief and just a little bit of hurt, as if wondering if he was forgetting the obvious on purpose.

(Nessarose): "What?!"

(Boq): "Let's dance!"

He grabbed a hold of the back of the wheel chair and pulled her into the crowd of dancers spinning her slightly as he did so. He let go and proceeded to dance around her, her copying his hand movements as he did so, enjoying being able to take part in an activity that was usually beyond her.

The image pulled out and focused instead on the plumpy form of Madam Morrible making her away across the dance floor, avoiding the crowds of twirling students as she approached Miss Galinda who was now standing off to one side with the prince, presumably catching their breath.

(Madam Morrible): "Miss Upland!"

The blonde looked, astonished to see her teacher in such a lively and happy place, her good manners momentarily forgotten.

(Galinda): "Madam Morrible! What are you doing here?"

The teacher didn't seem fazed by the question, instead just reluctantly handed over a thin sliver stick the girl, looking like she wished to be anywhere but where she was right then.

(Madam Morrible): "I just came to give you this my dear."

(Galinda): "A training wand! Oh Madam, how can I ever repay my gratitution!"

The teacher simply glared at her, as though fighting the temptation to roll her eyes at the student's annoying perkiness.

(Madam Morrible): "Don't thank me, this was your room-mates idea!"

(Galinda): "What! Elphaba?"

The astonished, joyful look of her face, morphed into one of astonishment and confusion.

(Madam Morrible): "Yes, she requested that I include you in my sorcery class, or she would quit the seminar!"

(Galinda): "But why?"

That's a good question. I gave Elphaba as questioning look across from other, after I'd caught her attention and she answered me with a simple shrug.

"I just thought about what you'd said about her and wanting to do something for her in return and decided to take it to heart, after all, if she helped you, even if her motives weren't entirely pure hearted." She paused to give the blonde a scaving look for some reason. "I decided that she couldn't be that bad and I knew how badly she wanted to get into the seminar so I figure at the time that it would be the best way to repay her on your behalf." That does kinda explain it. Whatever she was going to say next was lost as the blonde let of a squeal of "OH Elphie!" and launched herself on her, hugging her tightly, muttering something that sounded like, "Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I zoned out after the fifth "Thank you" leaving Elphaba to wriggle free of her friend's crushing grip by herself and focused back on the moving picture.

(Madam Morrible): "I have no idea! It is my personal opinion that you do not have what it takes. I hope you prove me wrong, I doubt you will!"

She spat the words out like they were poison on her lounge and turned and stalked away without another word, leaving a bewildered Galinda in her wake.

Mrs. Upland growled in her seat at the teachers rudely and poor attitude towards her daughter.

(Fiyero): "What is it?"

(Galinda): "I got what I wanted."

Fiyero strolled up to her calmly and she looked down on her new wand, looking strangely downcast. She answered him uncertainly.

(Fiyero): "Then what's wrong?"

(Galinda): "Nothing. Nothing at all."

She shook of her guilt and shoved it away, allowing him to take her hand and pull her back onto the dance floor, spinning her with well-practised ease.

(Fiyero): "Then let's dance!"

They joined the throng of glittering dancer, twirling happily, the image following them, until the music suddenly broke off and the floor filled with infectious laughter. The image zoomed out to reveal Elphaba stood on the bottom step of main stairs case in a simple dark blue, sleeveless frock, the ridiculous pointy hat sat perch on her head and the resting the room pointed at her, rocking with laughter at her expense. Galinda and Fiyero hung at the back.

The coldness of Mrs. Upland's glare was pathable from all the way at the back of the room and Galinda gave Elphaba an apologetic glance, ridden with guilt almost identical to the one her image-self on the wall was wearing, watching with Fiyero form the back of the crowd.

(Fiyero): "Who in Oz is that?"

(Galinda): "My room-mate, please don't stare!"

She reverted her guilt ridden gaze while Fiyero openly gawked beside her.

(Fiyero): "How can you help it?"

"FIYERO!" The queen's indignant shout called across form the row's on front, making him sink even further down into his seat in embarrassment. I think those two are going look like tomato's at this rate, by the times this is all over!

The laughter died down as Elphaba snatched the awful hat off of her head and her gaze found Galinda hiding at the back of the crowd with the prince. Something in her eyes hardened and she lifted the ridiculously accessory back on to her head defiantly before taking the last step down the stair case and walking calmly into the middle of the room, the other students parting around her, watching curiously, the majority holding back sniggers.

She stopped on the center of the room and began to move her arms in a flailing fashion, body jerking oddly on occasion. It was several moments before people realized that she was trying to dance.

(Fiyero): "Well I'll say this much. She doesn't give a twig of what anyone else thinks about her."

The price observed her from his place beside Galinda at the far side of the crowd while Galinda stared ahead, looking strangely heartbroken. She sighed.

(Galinda): "Of course she does. She just pretends not too."

The whole room fell completely silent, every face turning in our direction, eyes seeking out the green oddity herself who seemed to be trying to sink desperately back into her seat, hating all the sudden attention. The general crowd finally got bored and turned their focus back to the wall, their expression unreadable, some taking longer than others.

(Galinda): "I feel awful."

(Fiyero): "Why? It's not like it's your fault?"

The prince inquired curiously, while Galinda looked down at the wand in her hands, battling internally with herself.

He has no idea how wrong he is! My gaze wondered to Elphaba who was just pulling herself up in her seat, face darkening with humiliation. Still, it's not like anyone asked her to stick around at that thing. The sensible thing to do would have been to leave after she realized what she'd walked into. So any embarrassment that happened after that is all her own fault really!

Something finally seemed to click in the blonde girl's mind because she turned around and handed her wand to Fiyero before walking across the dance floor towards the other, stranger girl.

(Galinda): "Excuse me."

She stopped hesitantly beside Elphaba and all eyes in the room fell on the odd two.

(Galinda): "May I cut in?"

The blonde girl began to awkwardly copy the green girl's movements as she eyed her suspiciously, expecting another trick. This carried on for a moment before Elphaba seemed to realize that the blonde would never do anything that would risk embarrassment like this. Excepting her sincerity, she began to dance with her, mimicking the blonde as she morphed the other girls awkward movements into a sort of graceful waltz and the two began to glide around each other slowly. After another moment Fiyero slipped forward to join him, the rest of the students following and soon everyone in the room was involved in the graceful dance, Elphaba, Galinda and Fiyero in the center.

(Students): "Dancing through life, down at the Oz dust, only because dust is what we come too! And the strange thing, your life could end up changing!"

The outward circle of students twirled outwards before spinning back in, arms extended towards the trio in the middle and the dance came to an end.

(Students): "As your dancing, through!"

The image darkened and began to change again.

She's lucky Galinda covered for her like she did. I sat back in my seat, watching as the whole room broke off into hushed whispers, the odd giggle being thrown in from the students as they talked about that night in little clusters. I eyed the man, dressed in an odd tan-green coat next to Morrible.

Elphaba's father. How odd that felt. But I bit my lip, keeping my promise to mother for now, trusting that all would be revealed in time. I began to fidget impatiently. Well it had better happen soon…..

Well that's it, again sorry it took so long, the next one should be up normal time. So, who's it gonna be this time? I'm trying to offer some different Pov's for a change. Any suggestions?

Galinda's Mother?

Madam Morrible?

Pfanne?

Or Sorrow?

I do have a copy of the book but haven't read it yet so I'm making up names for Galinda and Fiyero's parents and Family.