#89 – 'Peace Offering, Smirk, Fingernails'

Elphaba stormed into the room, the door slamming shut behind her. Letting out a growl of frustration, she flung her jacket in the general direction of the chair, before locking herself in the bathroom.

Why, she asked herself, couldn't they just, for once, leave her alone, let her pass them without some snide comment? She hated herself for letting them get to her, but this was just the last straw.

A timid knock on the door had her blinking tears she hadn't realised were forming from her eyes, and checking herself in the mirror, she unlocked the door.

'What?' She demanded of her roommate.

'I, well, I just…' Galinda sighed, 'I brought you this, seeing as you left dinner so…suddenly,' she gestured to a plate of rolls and a glass of apple cider. 'Consider it a peace-offering.'

Elphaba smirked, 'Oh, so I'm a charity case now?'

'No, Miss Elphaba, I merely assumed that you'd be hungry. And I'm not going to apologise for my friends, but I want you to know that I didn't approve of what they said,' she tapped a hand of delicate pink fingernails against the tray, 'But if you don't want it…'

'No, I-,' Elphaba's stomach had protested. And won. 'Thank you,' she said softly.

'You're welcome,' Galinda replied, grateful that her roommate had, for once, accepted an extension of what could almost be deemed as friendship.