Chapter 4: There Isn't a Spell for Everything
Glinda stared up at her ceiling in her darkened room. She was now officially known as Glinda the Good, and the Ozians all treated her as a queen. Even after the Wizard's departure that evening, she was asked if she wanted to move into the Wizard's palace. She shook her head and claimed that she was settled very well into her current living assignment. The real reason was, though, that it held too many painful memories for her. It was getting to the point where she couldn't even look out the window without thinking about yesterday or Elphaba.
Glinda's eyes starting welling up with tears, so she turned over on her side so her back was facing the window. She glared at the Grimmerie on her nightstand and was so tempted to throw it across the room, but her better judgement took ahold of her. Glinda felt more alone than ever, and felt like she had to blame someone, or something, for the death of her best friend. She rolled onto her stomach and cried into her pillow when she heard knocking on the door. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and sat up in her bed. Glinda called out, "Come in."
She heard the heavy door open, and some light streamed into the room as the person walked in. She could only make out the shadow, but she could also see some light reflecting off of the person. She reached over and turned on a light, to see it was Boq.
"Oh, Bi- I mean Boq, it' s just you. Why on earth are you here at this hour?"
"I'm very sorry to intrude at such a late hour, Miss Glinda. The Wizard told me something, and I was just wondering if it was true."
"What lie- I mean what did he tell you?" She quickly corrected.
"Well, before he left he told me that you could maybe change me back to normal."
"Oh, Boq, I don't know if I can. I mean, you know that you can't change a spell once it's been cast."
"But the Wizard said you could do it."
"The Wizard says a lot of things," Glinda said grimly, "But don't always believe what you hear."
"Please, Miss Glinda? Besides, you owe me. Remember that time back at Shiz when I took Nessarose to the dance for you?"
"I don't know Boq. I don't have a spell or anything. Besides, what if the spell goes wrong?"
Boq walked noisily towards Glinda's nightstand and picked up the Grimmerie. Glinda flinched at each earsplitting step he took. Boq extended his arm towards Glinda and handed her the Grimmerie. As he did this, his un-oiled joints squeaked loudly. He groaned and said, "Things could not possibly be worse than they are now."