A/N Hey I'm back. With a new chapter if you can't tell this chapter is a lot better than the others that's because I got help from my dear friend YAY! Oh and for future notice I will be going back and fixing a few chapters from the past so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own rights to wicked or phantom all rights go to Gaston leroux and Gregory MaGuire.

Elphaba's POV

As I sit in the dusty class room, three minutes early for class, I combed around the room and slowly investigated all of the quills sleeping inside an ink bottle, a parchment laying portrait across the desks, a small testing wand lying beside it and a thick, old, tattered, leather book filled to the brim with spells and summoning rituals. Everything you can imagine to do with magic, sorcery really, it was sorcery class. I glanced over at the floating clock, two minutes until class, the classroom looked like midnight without the rustic chandeliers supporting old, withered candles. It was deserted without it being filled with munchkins and other wizards and witches making glasses hover, creating small balls of fire or even creating potions to heal wounds. This was for advanced wizards, and I am just starting off in here, I wonder what everybody is like, will they be sleep deprived trying to learn all the spells in each book? I glanced back at the clock, one minute until class, I gathered my books into a small pile and carefully placed them on my left hand side, I placed my dry quill into the ink cartridge and let it sink in, finally, I unrolled the old parchment and placed it out portrait on the desk and sat back.

'Perfect' I thought to myself, as I took one last glance at the clock, seven seconds until class.

I separated my desk at the very back from the other people's and slight adjusted my chair until the bell rang. Within the blink of an eye the classroom was filled with sorcerers, warlocks, witches, wizards and just ordinary people wanting to learn magic. They were chatting away and someone slowly sat down beside me in fear, I knew what they were afraid of, my skin, they called me leave girl and he was one of the ones that would chant it as I walked across the canteen. I cautiously turned my head around and he whimpered, darting his head to the front. Suddenly, a large figure burst through the old doors, he was wearing a large cloak that draped across the floor, a dark purple robe with golden embroidery scattered all over it, he wore a large pointy hat and some black leather boots, across his back bared a large stave glowing with purple light, he was clearly a warlock, someone of trickery and evil. Maybe not the best teacher but warlocks are known to be the smartest and most witty wizards in all the land. They were originally good wizards until they had no limit to their power, they went crazy and used it for dark magic and declared thousands of wars, that was thousands of years ago, now they know how to control their power and use it for the good, sometimes.

Suddenly a large raven burst through a small opening in an old antique window, in its knife sharp talons was a parchment, it landed on the shoulder and lifted up its talon to the teacher. He lifted his hands, which were covered with gloves and untied a small ribbon keeping the letter sealed to the raven. He plucked it off and unrolled it, it made a loud sound of crushing paper and a bit of burning, I wondered what it was and picked up the wand. I slyly opened up the book and found an animal taking spell, it teaches you how to see out the eyes of animals, and this was very convenient as for the raven was perched on the shoulder of this warlock, it said that the need of wands was no use, I quietly chanted the spell and my eyes rolled into the back of my head, I could see out of the eyes of the soot black raven. Although the warlock noticed it instantly and shooed the raven away, he scrunched up the parchment as I came into reality, he knew it was me who casted the spell.

"Who had done that?" His loud voice boomed through the classroom. The people who weren't paying attention and chatting away were startled and bolted to their seats. The boy sitting next to me saw me doing this and cowered away. At least I don't have to talk to him or make awkward short talk.

I stood up and admitted it was I, I didn't want anyone else to hate me, he signalled for me to come outside with him. I slowly plodded to the door and opened it with a loud squeak, I walked out and the warlock followed.

"Young lady, what is your name?" He asked in a low, rusty voice.

"Elphaba Elphaba Thropp." I replied.

"Well then Elphaba Thropp, you just casted one of the most difficult spells on your first day, why are you still in University?"

"I came to learn sir."

"Don't call me sir, I am mostly known as Ogmius."

"Isn't that a French god?"

"How did you know?"

"I learnt it in History, we are learning abo-…" I was cut off.

"I don't care about history, I only care how you are so strong but you don't realise it!" And just then I realised he didn't judge my skin, his hood was still covering his face so I couldn't see his skin, maybe he was green skinned too.

"And?"

"We are going to need to learn how to take good use of your magic, are you free lunchtime?"

"Why?" I asked.

"For classes, you need to learn how to use the correct spells, how to control your power and how to use them for good. Meet me here at lunchtime. Go eat now."

"But it is only," I said as I glanced at my old watch, "10.30, and lunch isn't until 12.30 and what about this class?"

"You are too advanced, you are going to have an early lunch and you will also be never taking this class again but lunchtime classes on days you should be taking this, do you understand?" He asked me in a stern voice.

"Yes, Ogmius." I replied as he beckoned me away.

Erik's PoV

I sit in the old music classroom and play a sweet tune on the piano and stare out the old smashed window coated in dust, the hall was empty and nobody was here, maybe the class was finished, maybe it didn't start, I continue playing this sweet tune waiting for someone to call me to their service to attend class, maybe this isn't the right room. I look around the old music classroom the size of a hall, it was filled with old trombones, broken pianos and drapes, anything random. A large peach curtain covering the piano top as I played this tune. It reminded me of Elphaba, her raven black hair in a tidy braid just reaching her waist that she throws over her shoulders, her little glasses which rest upon the tip of her nose, her small navy blue blazer

covering her pristine white shirt with a blue scarf heating her neck. She was beautiful and at the party. Her dress was large and puffy, she didn't wear her jacket revealing her emerald green skin,shimmering in the candle light, the dress looked like black ash lifting to the sky and reaching the clouds at the top which was the white bit, and her shoes, black high heels only with a small stilt, she was perfect, and nobody else wanted her so she was all mine.

"Shit!" I yelled, this wasn't the music room, this is the store hall!