Title: Time Warped
Author: Aerohead
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Website: In my profile
Pairing: Possible Hermione/Ron, Fiyero/Elphaba, Fiyero/Glinda
Rating: "T"
Disclaimer/Dedication: JK Rowling and Gregory Maguire have created a wonderful universe which I am now destroying.
Warning: If you want to keep your brain cells, I suggest skimming this and hoping you don't lose a lot. Also, there may be some spoilers for Broadway fans, though I'm not too sure.
Genre: Humor, Action/Adventure
Summary: Hermione gets distracted while trying to learn how to apparate, and sends Ron, Harry, and herself not only into another world, but another time period. Can two young sorceresses help her to get home before the spell cannot be reversed?
Author's Notes: Thank you guys for the reviews. To Reading Redhead; that's the only chapter that will be lifted directly from the play, with the exception that I will still be using dialogue for some parts; I was in a rush while I was writing it and couldn't think of a better way for Popular to go without having it be what people know and love. And to J, Hermione knows about The Wizard of OZ, but she doesn't believe they've ended up there; it will be explained in the next chapter after this one, I promise. Another short chapter; sorry.
Chapter Eight: Un-Comfort
Hermione had been the first one awake in the dormitory. She looked at the two beds her cot was between; Galinda had her head under the pink frills of her bed, while Elphaba lay stiffly on her stomach. Hermione yawned quietly, running a hand through her hair. She walked over to Galinda's closet, where her things were, and pulled out the most conservative of all of the clothing she had been given. She changed quietly, before making up her cot as well as she could.
She went over to the vanity and picked up a soft-bristled brush and ran it through her hair. The only good thing about Galinda's braid from the night before was that Hermione could pull it into a bun that morning and no one would be the wiser. She picked up her robes from the day before and went to fold them neatly when she felt something in one of her pockets crinkle.
Curious, she pulled out the balled up piece of parchment. She felt her cheeks flush when she remembered that it was that note that had forced her to not look up the correct spell. She looked around the room, before she saw a waste basket under Galinda's vanity. She threw the offending piece of parchment away, before looking into Galinda's full-length mirror.
"You seem to have a taste for looking put together." Hermione turned and saw Elphaba stretching, cat like, as she woke up.
"Well, those were all the clothes Galinda picked out for me." Elphaba looked at the sleeping ball on the other side of the room, before shaking her head. She went over to her small closet and pulled out a simple black frock similar to the one she had worn the day before. She looked outside quickly, before her head shot up, her eyes wide in shock.
"Sweet Oz!" she cried. Hermione looked up.
"What is it?" she asked. Elphaba hastily ran a shabby brush through her hair.
"Breakfast is nearly over. We have class in ten minutes." Elphaba picked up a times table sitting neatly on top of a book and handed it to Hermione. "Only a few boys are in our Life Sciences class, so I don't know if either of those two boys you were with will be there, but you know Boq…" she trailed off as she started to undress. She looked over at Galinda and sighed.
"I'll wake her." Hermione said, before walking over to Galinda's bed. "Galinda?" she asked quietly. The ball tightened, and she heard a small groan.
"I'm not going to class today." Galinda's voice, muffled as it was, grumbled out from under the covers. "I've a headache."
"That's what you get for drinking too much last night." Elphaba muttered under her breath as she crammed her books into her satchel. Galinda's head poked out from under the duvet, her eyes squinting in the light.
She saw Elphaba with the black garment and pouted. "Oh, but you will wear the outfit I picked out for you, won't you, Elphie?" she asked. She pulled her head back underneath the covers as Elphaba sighed.
"Oh, of course, Galinda." She said. She pulled off what she had on of the black frock and quickly buttoned up the small white jacket. She ran a hand over her skirt and sighed as she faced Hermione.
"It looks fine." Hermione mouthed. Elphaba scowled.
"Oh, and wear the pink flower." Galinda's hand snaked out from under the covers of the bed and felt around for the clip. Hermione picked it up and handed it to Elphaba. Elphaba sighed as she pinned the flower into her hair and looked at herself in the mirror.
"It's really not that bad." Hermione said, trying to appease the other girl. Elphaba shook her head and put her satchel onto her shoulder.
"Let's just get to class." She said, storming out of the dormitory. Hermione could barely see the darker green flush against the cheeks. She followed, trying to keep up with the other girl, until they reached the doors of Crage Hall. Elphaba slowed as she stepped outside. She glared at the clouds suspiciously, before motioning Hermione to follow her. They reached the classroom quickly.
Hermione sat down on a bench and watched as Elphaba ran a hand through her hair to keep it from tangling. "You should try Galinda's flick method." Elphaba laughed.
"Oh, yes. 'Flick, flick!'" She did it, before frowning. "How can she do that; it hurts your neck." Elphaba moved her hair back onto her shoulders. Hermione watched as a group of students came in, with a certain brunet prince at its end.
"Elphaba?" Hermione said.
"'Flick, flick…'" Fiyero smiled and waved at Hermione, before standing in front of her to watch Elphaba. He laughed quietly to himself, as Hermione tried to get Elphaba's attention. "What?" Elphaba demanded, turning around to face Hermione. Instead, she came face to face with a chuckling Fiyero.
"Nothing…it's just….you've been Galindafied." Fiyero said with a kind smile. Elphaba turned three different shades of green, before looking at Hermione.
"I tried to tell you." Hermione said quietly.