I bring to you Chapter Four! ENJOY

I woke up the next morning to not Jillian's call, but Glinda's.

"Come on Kristy. I let 'ya sleep in a little bit, but today we actually have important things to do," Glinda called, leaned up against the door. I got up and opened the door, my hair basically a rats nest. "Oh… you need a bit of help there?"

I giggled, gazing over to a mirror, "Yeah, could you be of some assistance?" Glinda immediately walked in and sat on my bed, patting to right next to her.

"Alright, this is going to be fun! I'm going to teach you basic glamour, because you clearly can do your hair normally," Glinda happily said, and I noticed her hair too was messy. She took a strand of her hair. "See? It's a mess right now. But all I do is focus on what I want it to look like, and poof!" She let go of her hair, and did a "poof!" motion with her hands. Her hair was immediately better, with a bit of a wave to it. "Now you try."

I thought of the blonde we saw on the road. I thought of Glinda's hair. I thought of a mix of the two, and suddenly, as I glanced into the mirror, my hair appeared as a perfect replica. It was blonde, just like the girl's, but with curls like Glinda's. I smiled, satisfied. Glinda had a pleased look, but I could tell she was bothered by it a bit based on how quickly she spoke.

"It looks amazing Kris! Good job!" Glinda clapped and bounced on the bed, "I had a friend once, but she stayed as far away from being popular as possible. That was before the Wickedness… back when everything was so simple… back when I was just some schoolgirl- well, a popular one at that." Glinda was lost in nostalgia, I could tell.

"Anyway," she quickly changed the subject, "would you like to learn how to control your water power thingys and not go all…" Glinda paused, as if unsure of how to describe it, "whacko." I giggled.

"Sure Glinda," I agreed, "so how do I do it?"

"So- so- uhh…" Glinda stuttered, "conjure up a little bit, and then remember that you are not trying to murder something. Then you kinda move your hands like this…" Glinda, very unskillfully, moved her hands around as if she was stretching and pulling the water, and it followed, "that's how you get more. I mean, I've been doing this for a while now but I still manage to suck."

"You still manage to be better than me," I pointed out, followed by a laugh from Glinda. She rolled her eyes.

"True. So anyway, you try!"

I thought of water, so some appeared in my hand. It floated just above, in a blob. I used my other hand, the left one, to pull apart the water, greatening the amount. I pushed it away from my hands, above the tub, and imagined it getting to bathwater temperature. I carefully pushed it down and into the tub.

Then, before either of us could say another word, it sizzled down.

"That wasn't me, I swear," nervously, I walked over to the bathroom, which was empty, "what the hell. There's no one here." Next thing I heard was a cackle.

"Watch out Kristen Bilson!" it cackled, before fading. A knock on the door interrupted us.

"Glinda!" it panickedly called, "the Wicked Witch is out!"

"Out, out?" Glinda nervously said, "like not in prison anymore?"

"Yes! And the guard from yesterday speaks!"

Glinda turned to me, "I'm so sorry Kristy, but a peaceful morning will have to wait till later. Will you come with me? There is so much to learn but it seems you've figured a lot out." I nodded.

"Obviously Glinda! You think I'd turn down excitement? And possible news on my mother?" my voice hinted that I was a bit afraid of the news, despite my attempts to hide the fear that morning. I almost saw a devious smile on Glinda's face, one that longer for adventure and drama. I guess even professional witches get bored too, huh?

"Alright Kris, let's go," Glinda said, almost too happily. But what was Glinda excited about? The relief from boredom, or what?

Glinda got up from the bed, and walked out of the door, "try your glamour." I thought of me in a simple yet dazzling green dress, with emeralds encrusted all over it. And it suddenly replaced my nightgown. It was stretchy and as soft as silk, but kept me cool in the warm morning air.

Glinda scanned my dress, before giving me a nod of approval, "pretty." Glinda walked ahead, turning a corner and then appearing in the throne room. It looked as green as ever. Ozma was nowhere in sight, probably still sleeping. The guards likely didn't wake her, but did awake Glinda because Glinda had experience with the witch. So Glinda, clearly fretted, turned to me.

"Kristy, I'm going to have a chair made for you. It's pretty complex magic, so just watch. I'm going to use water, and have it harden and defy all science. It will be clear, but not slippery like ice. Understand?" Glinda said, actually serious, "this is so the Wicked Witch understands that you are an important Ozian that is not to be touched."

"Alright," I agree, "Would you like me to conjure some water, Glin?" Glinda nodded. So I imagined some water in my hand and pulled it, making it a large three feet tall blob. Glinda put her hand in front of her, taking over control of the water. She molded it into a grand throne that would be perfect for my height. Then, she took two hands. It was odd, like clay hardening. In about ten minutes, she finished and slowly lowered the chair.

"Try it," she said, and walked to her throne. I tried it. It wasn't cold, and surprisingly had a soft texture.

"Comfy," I replied, and got up. "Thank you so much Glinda." Glinda came over and hugged me.

"Ok, now to deal with actually important…" Glinda appeared to be struggling to find a word, "thingymabobbers." I nodded, knowing that there were important things to attend to.

"Yes, the Wicked Witch," I nodded, and almost felt a chill up my spine. She was after me, and everyone knew that the green monster that terrorized Dorothy Gale was rarely merciful.

"Now, Kristy, there's one thing that you probably don't know, and it's very important. Not many do, only a few of my most trusted guards and maids, not even Jillian knows. If anyone speaks about this to Ozma than they are punished, it's that important. The Wicked Witch that escaped… isn't the green one you've been told about.

"WHAT?"