Hi there:)

I hope you like the way I wrote Fiyero (reviews, please? Pretty please?)
In Germany, we're about to get a ban on going out... I guess, I'm going to spend a whole lot of time writing in the next weeks.
And watching Frozen 2; it just came out on Prime Video today in Germany and I already watched in three times in the cinema but can't get enough of it.
Anyway... here's chapter ten. Please leave a comment if you've got the time.
Stay safe and healthy out there!

Started writing: 08.12.2019

Finished writing: 10.12.2019

Chapter 10
Privileged

Dear Elphaba,

I'm glad you're going to be home soon. There's much to talk about.

Best regards,

Father

Dear Fabala,

I was disturberanced when I heard how the other students are treating you. No one should be treated as they treat you.

Fabala, I'm so sad to hear they've destroyed your painting, I would've loved to see it; I'm sure it was very beautiful. You're such a skilled painter, I could only dream to be half as good as you are.

Now, about the flu. Momma got a little bit sick a good ten days ago and had to lay down, Papa was so fussy about her and worried she might've caught the flu -it's said to be a really nasty one. But it was nothing, really. She just had a severe headache and was sick once or twice and the next morning everything was fine again.

As for the rumours about Fiyero Tiggular, they even reached Rush Margins. Oz, Elphaba, I really can't understand how you can't find him incredibly good-looking as well. Whilst he might not be the most sympathetic kind of person, his looks are still plain perfect.

Before I forget; Momma said I should inform you that she's always been proud of you and that she's decided to let the rest of the topics you wrote about in your last letter rest for the time being (which really means until you get home). She said there were some things that should be brought up face to face.

I'm afraid I must get going now. I still have to drop off the letters at the post office and I promised Boq to walk to school together today.

I'm already excited for you to come home,

Love,

Nessa

Elphaba's brow furrowed, and she quietly slipped the letters into her bag. It was Wednesday and her Politics classes had just ended, freeing her from the annoying stupidity of a certain prince that had chosen to sit down beside her in every class they had together -which was gladly only Law and Politics.

"I've read my name in that last one."

Speak of the devil and he appears.

Elphaba whirled around. "These letters are personal. Did you read them?"

Fiyero shrugged. "I happened to be so very bored by the class and then you came along and provided the perfect distraction. Although I must say, you could've read them a little bit earlier, would've spared me at least ten minutes of this."

Elphaba, whose eyes had widened more with each word Fiyero said, shook her head in disbelief. "You're hopeless."

"Tell me something new."

The green-skinned woman rolled her eyes. "Don't ever read any of my stuff again."

"Noted."

Fiyero stood up, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trousers. He tilted his head and kicked against his chair with the tip of his foot. "Why are you not coming with the others to the Ozdust?"

Elphaba raised an eyebrow. "Because, firstly; I have better things to do than jumping around brainless boys who care about nothing but how many knickers they have already made disappear, and, secondly; I do not need the whole student body to laugh at me in my free time as well."

She quickly put her folder and pens into her bag and stood up. "I'll go, now."

And with that, she squeezed past him and hurried out of the room.

"You have to do something," Elphaba told her friend Aurelion later when they met in the hallway. "He's driving me crazy."

Aurelion shifted from one foot to the other. "What could I possibly do against that?"

Elphaba wrinkled her nose. "I don't know. Oz, he is driving me crazy. There're times in class that I couldn't possibly concentrate because of the number of paper pellets in my hair."

She hissed angrily and Aurelion ducked his head instinctively. Then he took her arm. "Maybe we could spend some time in the city together? Get away from all this for an afternoon."

The green-skinned woman tilted her head. "Which is not going to solve the problem itself" -"I'm sorry."- "but certainly helps my nerves."

She smiled. "Good idea."

Then she cast a look at the bag on her shoulder and said thoughtfully, "But I think I'll just put this in my dorm, would you mind waiting?"

But before Aurelion could answer, Elphaba already turned around and hurriedly approached the stairs.

"See you," she shouted over her shoulder and began descending the stairs.

Only to bump into Professor Ikam whose brows were knit together in a deep frown.

"Ah, Miss Elphaba," he exclaimed, brow slowly smoothening. "I was just searching for you."

"For me?" Elphaba asked in wonder.

"Yes, for you. See," the teacher said and quickly took her arm to turn her around and lead her upstairs again. "the Headshiztress was asking for you."

The green girl blinked. "Madame Morrible? What could she possibly want?"

She sent Aurelion an apologetic look as they passed them and mouthed 'Madame Morrible' into his direction. When she saw the question written clearly in his face, she shrugged.

"I'm afraid, I don't know, Miss," said Professor Ikam.

For a moment they walked in silence. Then Elphaba said, "You don't have to accompany me, Sir, I know the way to Madame Morrible's office already and I'm sure you've got better things to do."

The professor gave her a small smile. "I was asked to do so, Miss Elphaba, and I don't mind delaying the marking on the assignments."

He let go of Elphaba's arm to knock at the door in front of them.

"Madame," he said as he stuck his head into the study. "I've come to bring you Miss Elphaba."

"Send her in," sounded the muffled voice of the Headshiztress and Professor Ikam nodded at Elphaba, pushing the door open a little bit further.

"Good day, Miss Elphaba," he said and smiled before turning around and leaving.

Elphaba quickly slipped through the door and closed it behind her.

"Madame Morrible," she said with a nod and slowly sat down before the Headshiztress' desk as she offered it to her.

"Miss Elphaba," the fishlike woman said and folded her hands before her.

"Is this about Sorcery, Madame?" Elphaba blurted before the woman could say anything else. "I know I'm not the best, but I'll try. I promise I'll try harder."

Madame Morrible raised a hand to stop Elphaba's rambling and the green girl bit her lip.

"No, no, dearie, this has nothing to do with Sorcery at all."

Elphaba frowned slightly.

"It's about your dorm room."

The Headshiztress slowly brought her fingertips together in front of her and smiled a too-sweet smile at the green girl as she said, "You see, Miss Elphaba, the arrival of dear Mister Tiggular has changed much here at Shiz."

"It's only been two days, Madame," Elphaba interfered with a frown.

Madame Morrible waved a hand. "Anyway, my dearie, you -as the young, intelligent and social girl you are" -Elphaba snorted- "can surely understand that having a Crown Prince at this important and proud institution is a good chance to present these halls from its best side."

The fishlike woman unfolded her hands. "And that is why I have decided to… rearrange the current room distribution in favour of our dear prince."

In a quick motion, the Headshiztress pulled something out of her cupboard and placed it in front of Elphaba. "I'd like you to give this letter to your parents when you get home, it explains everything in detail."

Elphaba's brows were knit tightly together and the green girl narrowed her eyes for a short second. "I'm sorry, Madame, but I don't quite understand."

Madame Morrible folded her hands again. "Well, well, dearie. As I said, the Winkie prince is our first and foremost priority and he's applied for a private suite and the suite you're currently living in is the best-located one on the whole campus…"

The green girl's eyes widened in realisation, then her jaw set in anger.

"But Madame Morrible," she exclaimed. "I-I can't move out of my room. It's my only safe haven, the only place I don't run the risk of being different…"

The Headshiztress tilted her head to one side and gave Elphaba another one of her infamous too-nice-to-be-nice smiles and said slowly, "Oh my dearie, you'll always be different, no matter where you go."

"Yeah, but-" Elphaba began, but stopped when she saw the woman's face.

Madame Morrible's smile had quickly disappeared and got replaced by a curl of her lips. "Why, Missy, do you really think that a prince is less important than a governor's daughter?"

Elphaba had to suppress the urge to gape at the woman openly. Instead, she lowered her head and whispered, "Of course not, Madame."

"I thought so, Miss Elphaba," the Headshiztress' voice sounded and Elphaba almost ground her teeth at the sudden happiness in it. "Now, of course, you'll have enough time to pack all your stuff and move to another dormitory; Mister Tiggular will have to be contented with sharing a room until after Lurlinemas holidays."

Elphaba set her jaw. He might as well could have to be contented with sharing a room until he leaves again. And then another, much more concerning, thought got its way into Elphaba's mind and her eyes narrowed just the slightest bit.

"But with whom am I going to share a room, Madame Morrible?" she asked. "Who would possibly volunteer to share a room with me? I'm a… repulsion."

Madame Morrible raised both her far-too-thin eyebrows and said thoughtfully, "I'll find someone, dearie."

Then she pushed the letter into Elphaba's direction and said, "You may be excused."

The green girl quickly got up and snacked the envelope from the desk.

"Good day, Madame," she managed, then she slipped through the door into the hallway and hurried down the stairs.

She was already seething with anger when she reached the landing and when she stepped out of the building only to be greeted by a dozen of disgusted looks, she was ready to burst. She tried to keep her head up high as she made her way over the campus, ignored all the whispering and hurried straight forwards -always straight forwards- with her books pressed close to her chest.

"Hey, green bean!" a voice sounded and Elphaba clutched her stuff even tighter, eyes pressed close, trying to act as though she hadn't heard them.

"Artichoke!"

She fastened her steps.

"Hey, Asparagus, you forgot something!"

But when Elphaba stopped to look at was had been thrown before her feet mere seconds ago, she didn't see anything but a destroyed and disfigured leek. With a sigh, she slowly got down to pick it up from the way and threw it into the grass beside her.

Behind her, she heard the giggles of her fellow students. Then she whirled around and reached the boy in the middle of the troupe, Gimes from her Art classes, with three long strides, her nose mere centimetres from his.

"Will you just SHUT UP?!" she shouted, long, green finger poking into his chest.

Gimes' lips curled in shock as he watched her eyes narrow, but before Elphaba could say anything else, the sudden sound of a voice let both of them flinch.

"What's caused this commotion?" Professor Nikidik said, and the frustration was clearly written on his face.

"The green girl-" Gimes started, but Elphaba had already turned around and hurried away from them; hurried and raced and ran away, trembling with anger and sadness.