Thanks to those of you who did review! It means a lot to me.  As for the rest of you...please review! It'll take two minutes tops. Just click that glorious gray little button, and type your opinion of the story. I enjoy criticism as long as it's...constructive. Also, I am currently very sick, so if something in this chapter sounds extremely out of place, it's probably because I have a fever. I know it's severely over-dramatic, but that's part of my humor. Enjoy!

I also realized that I didn't put in a disclaimer thingamabob, so let me make this clear:

I do not own Wicked, The Chronicles of Oz, or anything involving the world that has been so masterfully created by Gregory Maguire, L. Frank Baum, and all those wicked awesome people on B-way. I own NOTHING! One can always wish though...

Now that she was out of her state of shock, Elphaba had been brought back to the dormitories with Galinda's arm around her waist supporting her. Elphie was back to normal save for a constant twitch in her left eye. The blond deposited her friend in the chair facing a vanity mirror.

"Alright Miss Elphaba...we'd better begin this right now, because there is a load of work to be done." Galinda said while scrutinizing her perfect curls in the mirror.

"What do you mean 'this'?" Elphaba asked, trying to keep a steady voice and swallow her fear. Elphaba Thropp never really feared anything, she was always the one feared, but when she saw that look in her roommate's eye, she knew that she should be afraid.

Galinda cocked her head and looked at Elphaba like she was the clueless blond, "Why, your makeover of course!"

"Nu-uh! No way! I agreed to tutoring in Social Etiquette...only because it's a required course and I have authority issues! NOT a makeover!" Elphaba said jumping out of the chair and away from what she thought had been her friend. She ran towards the door, hoping to escape the horrors that she knew Galinda would invoke upon her.

But before Elphie could grab the handle, Galinda waved her wand and magicked the door locked. Elphaba pulled ruthlessly on the handle (where have we seen this before?) but the door didn't budge an inch. Galinda neared Elphie with something dark in her hand that resembled a stick. The green girl flattened herself against the door, a trapped animal, looking desperately for some escape route.

"G-Galinda...what is that?" she asked fearfully, catching eye of the short dark stick clasped in Galinda's manicured hand.

Galinda smiled sweetly at Elphie's ignorance, "This, my dear, is mascara. Say it with me: MASS-CARE-UH. You're going to need this on your eyelashes."

"You're not getting anywhere near my eyes with that pointy...thing!" Elphie warned, pulling her hat over her eyes.

Galinda sighed, and said ominously, "That, Miss Elphaba is where you're wrong."

Elphaba darted around her roommate quickly, and ran around the room, seeking some kind of sanctuary. "NEVER!" Elphie screeched.

Galinda was fast on her heels. "This is for your own good, Elphie!"

And so the battle began. For this was just the beginning of a war.

To spare your sanity, all that I can tell you is that what ensued inside the room of Galinda and Elphaba that day was horror. Pure horror. Duct tape had been used at one point. Makeup and hair products were scattered everywhere. Screams were heard. A window had even been broken when Elphie tried to jump. But the bottom line is that Galinda won that battle. Elphaba Thropp was, and still is, no match for the blond when she is armed with makeup.

I know it was short, but I'm REALLY tired. I'll update more later...much longer stuff...I hope everyone enjoyed it, and wasn't to shaken up by the brunt brutality of the blond. Lolz.