Fiyera was not exactly sure about return to school that night. During her kiss with Dexson, her mind went into a fog and didn't regain full conciousness until hours later. The next thing she remembered was saying good-night to Dexson as she went into her room. He kiss her hand once again and then left.
That night, Fiyera lay in her bed, too wide awake to sleep. Elphaba returned well after curfew, but Fiyera didn'tcare. Her mind was lost in thoughts of Dexson. it was as if she had never kissed a boy before. Oh sure, she had back home and she had had a few boyfriends, but she never felt so...strange.
For the rest of the weekend, Fiyera remained in her room. She left it only to use the restroom and to eat meals, which she would bring right up to her room. She just couldn't risk facing Dexson yet.
Monday morning arrived all too soon. Fiyera and Lida Rose made their way to Chemistry. As they passed by, instead of the looks of disgust, Fiyera was greeted by warm, smiling faces and even a few waves with "Hi, Fiyera." attached."
"Why is everyone being so nice to me?" Fiyera asked as she opened the science department door for Lida Rose.
"Well, Saturday morning, Serella told her friends how you set Jax and me up and how you helped her, no favors asked. The story spread around campus like a wild fire. Nobody could believe you had been so nice to someone who hates you, or use to hate you in this case."
They entered the classroom and the talking didn't hush or start to whisper. They all seemed rather kind as they saw Fiyera.
Fiyera received the same treatment all the way to lunch. She was about to go and sit by herself.
"Hey, Fiyera," Jax said as she was walking away, "Why don't you sit with us?"
Fiyera turned back around, "You mean you don't mind?"
"Mind?" Jax repeated, "Not in the slightest! It's the least I can do after you got Lida Rose and me together."
Fiyera smiled as she walked over. She noticed how Jax and her were holding hands. Apparently, they had decided on going steady. They approached their table were Dezzie was already sitting.
"Hi guys, I almost thought...what's she doing here?"
"She is sitting with us today and for now on." Jax said.
"Why? I didn't say she could!" Dezzie replied.
"Because she's my sister and who put you in control of this table! This is not a dictatorship, it's a democracy! I'm sorry, but Jax and I are over throwing you!"
Dezzie was speechless, "Fine!" she said, gathering up her stuff, "Well, the person who laughs last laughs loudest! We'll just see about this!"
During lunch, they talked and laughed. Fiyera felt like she was back home and, for the first time, as if she were like everybody else in Oz.
As Fiyera sat down after throwing out hers and Lida Rose's garbage, she saw Dexson pass by. She blushed as he did. Was she imagining it, or did he pause for a second as he looked at her?
After lunch, Jax and Lida Rose went for a walk around the lake while Fiyera went to sorcery.
Fiyera did not get the same warm welcome as in her other classes when she walked in. She had expected this, however. She sat down and took out her notebook just as the Metters brothers walked in.
"Zulu, dearest!" Elphaba shrieked, standing up, "Come sit next to me!"
Not looking too enthusiastic, Zulu joined the three girls on the other side of the room. Dexson, to Fiyera's fear,walked in her blushing direction.
"Anyone sitting here?" he asked.
"Do you see anyone?" Fiyera asked sarcastically, but smiling just the same.
Proffesor Tippermen came in at that moment. She pulled out her grade book and lesson plans.
"Oh, excellent!" she said, "The Metters boys are here! I'm sure that the girls will be willing to catch the two of you up."
"I'm sure Fiyera will be more than willing to help Dexson!" Elphaba stated.
"Well, at least Dexson will actually have notes to copy, Elphaba!" Fiyera replied.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Elphaba asked.
"Girls, let's not fight!" Proffesor Tippermen said calmly.
"It means that I do something more in this class or any class than talking to empty-headed bimbos!"
"My friends are not empty-headed!" Elphaba retaliated.
"But they are bimbos!" Fiyera yelled, standing up. Dexson, standing up as well, grabbed her arm in warning.
"No they're not, you over grown piece of seaweed!" Elphaba cried, jumping up. Zulu made no attempt to stop her.
"Hey!" Fiyera eyelled, "I may be green, but I'm better looking than you are!"
Elphaba laughed, "That's funny! There is no way you are prettier than me! Or smarter! In fact, the only person dumber than you would have to be that pathetic excuse for a boyfriend of yours who was just stupid enough to date you!"
But Elphaba had gone too far. Fiyera's eyes turned the color of red, but hers weren't the only ones who changed.
Depik's eyes, even the white, turned jet black. She stood up, turned towards Elphaba, and slapped her across the face.
Pasha screamed and Zulu jumped from his chair in a hurry, both facing Elphaba to see if she was ok. Elphaba's milky-white cheek was turning a bright red. Depik stood with her eyes black for a few more moments while her pupils dialeted back to normal. Dexson, however, who was still holding onto her arm, was watching Fiyera worryingly while her eyes changed back to milky brown.
"Depik!" Pasha exclaimed, "Why did you do that?"
"It wasn't me!" Depik cried as she sat down, "It was like...someone was controlling my mind. My actions. I heard a voice." She looked around and pointed at Fiyera. "It was her voice."
The four looked at Fiyera. She was very dizzy and looked about ready to collapse. She was leaning on Dexson for support. Dexson didn't care at the moment what she had done to Elphaba or Depik. He was too preoccupied at keeping her steady so she could regain her strenght.
"A familiar," Proffesor Tippermen said. Everyone jumped. They had forgotten she was even in the room.
"A what, Proffesor," Zulu asked.
"A very advanced form of sorcery. Only a great sorcery or sorceress could do such power. Miss Fiyera, may I see you after class please."
She said nothing more. Fiyera, now back to normal, didn't dare argue. Everyone sat down and began copying notes as Proffesor Tippermen started writing them on the board.
After class, the other girls ran rushed out, whispering and giggling with Zulu right behind them. Apparently, getting slapped in the face didn't put a damper on Elphaba's spirits about Fiyera having to stay after class.
"Listen, Fiyera," Dexson whispered, "There's something I want to talk to you about, so why don't we meet in the library after supper?"
"No!" Fiyera cried, clucthing his arm, "Please! Don't leave me here alone!"
Dexson looked in her eyes and couldn't say no. He nodded and stood behind her as she walked up to Proffesor Tippermen's desk. Luckily, Proffesor Tippermen didn't object to his being there.
"You wanted to see me, Proffesor...again?"
"Yes," she said, "Fiyera, I thought you told me you couldn't control your powers."
"I can't!" Fiyera exclaimed, "You saw what happened! I didn't mean to do that, Proffesor! Honestly, I didn't!"
"That's what I thought, Fiyera." she said, "Your energy seemed rather drained once your familiar had returned."
"Excuse me, Proffesor, I don't mean to interupt, but what is a familiar exactly?" Dexson asked.
"A familiar, Mr. Dexson, is when a witch casts her spirit into another body and controls that person."
Dexson turned to Fiyera, "You were controling Depik?"
Fiyera nodded, "Yes, but I do not know how I did it!"
"It is a very advanced form of sorcery. I've read about it in numerous books, but have never actually seen it performed. It happened just as I read it to be so. Fiyera's eyes, the puppetier as they call it, casts her spirit into a selected toher, or puppet. Depik in this case. The eyes become red because the puppetier had becomesouless. The spirit will search the world over until the selected other is found. The puppetier is then able to see everything through the eyes of the selected other, which is why the pupils enlarge and take the space of the entire eyeball. Once the puppet is under control, there is no hope for him or here until the familiar is taken away. The spirit returns, the eyes go back to normal, and the puppet is fine, however he or she knows exactly what happened. The puppet is completely concious within his or her own mind."
"Proffesor," Dexson asked, "couldn't the puppet send his or her spirit to the puppettier while he or she was under control?"
"Not without sending the familiar out first." she replied.
"Proffesor," Fiyera exclaimed, "Honestly! I ment nothing like that to happen! It was an accident, Proffesor, I-"
"Fiyera!" Proffesor Tippermen interrupted, "I believe you! I do not think you would harm Miss Depik intentually. Even if you did, I don't think you'd be able to. You said it yourself, you can't control your powers just yet. The greatest witches have problems with familiars. My husband himself can barely do it. But, Fiyera, you must try to be more careful. Familiars is a form of black sorcery, illegal in Oz. No one knows exactly where to find it, however. That's why it frightens people so. It is said that if the book of Grimmerie is read backwards, the spells turn into black sorcery, their causes unknow."
"Well, why doesn't somebody just read the book of Grimmerie backwards and find out?" Fiyera asked.
Both Dexson and Proffesor Tippermen gasped.
"Don't you know what the book of Grimmerie is?" Dexson asked.
"No," Fiyera replied.
"The book of ancient spells. It's written in a dead language that is very difficult to read."
"I've been trying to teach myself to read it for 25 years and I still can only read a few."
"Isn't there anyone who knows how to read it, Proffesor?" Fiyera asked.
"There is one woman. For 25 years, I believed her to be dead...until recently. But now...well, perhaps in the future, she will be able to read the book for us."
She paused as she took a few breaths, thinking, "Anyway, Fiyera, casting familiars is very dangerous. You know for a fact that Oz is very close-minded. They would not take a familiar lightly. I will not report you, mainly because you didn't know what you were doing. I must warn you, however, that your powers seem to get out of control wehn you become angry...much like someone else I once knew. Do not let your temper control your emotions and your judgement. It could cost you so much, my dear. You must try to be more careful."
"Yes, ma'am," Fiyera said.
"Very good," she replied, "That is all, you may go."
