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Entry 21

One whole month since I last wrote and the only good thing I can write about is the fact that the winter holiday is coming up and that means two whole weeks I can spend back home. It is freezing cold here and the sky now no longer bears liquid rain, but instead crystlized cold white flakes of snow. It is so wierd.I have never in my life scene something like snow. Luckly, I am not the only one. The Qualdling students, who come from the southern marshes, are just as bizzared by snow as I am. It is also neat though as well. It's like thousands of white and cold Cakke tree blossoms falling from the sky.

I have made a new friend though. He is Gillikin, and altough he is quite wealthy, he is also very nice and does not judge me for where I come from or by my title. His name is Marius Altyro and he is the son of a wealthy land owner in the Upper Uplands, same part of Gillikin that Glinda is from. Marius it turns out, is the one whoI saw punching the reporter in the face. I met him face to face a few weeks ago and we got to talking about Elphaba and Glinda and the whole situation there. It turns out that Marius does not approve fully of the Wizard. He finds it disturbing that people can call someone a great leader when the leader never once has shown his face in public. His father thinks the Wizard is a god who should be worishped, butMarius has nver caught on to that.He also showed a great intrest in my home life and everything like that. He thinks it would be a very lovely place to vist. He is a good friend to me.

But Iamvery worried about Nessarose. She has not been taking to Elphaba being all wicked very well, and I don't blame her.Whenever I see her, she seams to be getting thinner and thinner by the day, and she always has dark circles under her eyes. The few students who treat her like she is the suppovisly wicked one is not helping her either. Walking near the river that runs through the Shiz grounds the other day, I found her, by the river in her chair as always, staring at her feet, with the silver shoes. Walking up to her, I gently put my hand on her shoulder and her head spun around. She smiled sweetly at me, but her lips were so cracked and thin from the cold snow, that one could barely tell it was a smile.

"Do you need some help getting back inside?" It was quite cold outside and Nessarose was not wearing a very heavy jacket.

"No just leave me out here to freeze. I don't care. Elphaba would'nt either."

"I think Elphaba would."

"No she would not! She proved that when she flew off on her damned broomstick!" Nessarose's eyes were full of tears. "Just let me freeze to death!"

"No. I am not going to that." I snapped at her. I grabbed her wheelchair handles and began pushing her back to her dorm. She barely protested, for her lips were now bleading badly. I pushed her to the bottom floor of her dorm where we were met by no one else but Madam Morrible. I did not stop, but instead tried to wheel Nessarose past her, but Morrible jumped in front of our way.

"Now, now, now. What have I here." She looked down at Nessarose, who had her own head down.

"You have a disabled young woman needed to get back to her dorm and change her clothes." I snapped back

"Well, I will take it from here." She grabbed Nessarose's chair from my fingers and began wheeling it herself.

"NO!" Nessarose screamed. "I want Fiyero to do it." Her lips were poring out blood which was dripping over her jacket and blouse. But Morrible did not stop, but wheeled her down the hall and out of my sight.I stood there for a moment before charging down the hall and wrestling Nessarose from Morrible's hands. Morrible stared me for a moment before gathing her dress and marching back down the hall.

When Nessarose and I reached her dorm room, no one else was there. I went to the bathroom and got a towel wet and began washing the blood from her lips and from her face. She was crying. I tooka bottle ofArjiki medicine I had in my shoulder bag and gently rubbed it on Nessarose's lips. The sweet seent of the oil calmed her a little bit.

"You think Elphaba does care about me still?" She asked though her tear-stained eyes.

"Yes. I do. I think Elphaba would give up her crusade at any moment if someone was trying to hurt she." I gently told her. "Her love for you is much more powerful than this cruade she is on."

Nessarose smiled and I left her to get changed with the help of another assistant there who was not happy to see me there. I trudged back to my own dorm room where Boq had a huge article about Elphaba on his lap. We did not speak a word to each other, but Boq was muttering something under his breath about how he could not of scene her evil. The press and damn Morrible have 90 of Oz eating out of their hands!

Fiyero