A/N: You might not understand this if you haven't read the book, which you really should read if you are a big Wicked fan!
My Promise: All of these drabbles, one shots, and tib bits are straight from my mind. I swear I did not steal any from any one. If they sound alike, we have similar brains.
"Aw, poor little Nessa." Avaric stood over her, "Come get your books, little Nessa!"
Nessa wheeled herself over to Avaric, who stood near the stairwell with her books. But as soon as she came up to him, he jumped away. This continued for a few minutes until the man could see hot tears forming at the creases of her eyes.
"Now little Nessa is crying!" He chuckled. "Ah, you make me laugh."
"Funny, you make me laugh too, Avaric." Elphaba said, stepping between the two. "But not for you actions, instead for your lack of brains."
"Back away, frog!" Avaric had never liked her.
"Ela makla cocala…" Elphaba started to chant, her eyes shut.
"What are you saying?" Avaric asked in a worried voice. "Stop that."
"Ela makla cocala…" Her chanting gradually got louder.
"Stop it!" Avaric screamed before dropping Nessa's books and running down the stairs.
"What were you chanting?" Nessa asked as Elphaba picked up her books. "Were you going to turn him into a toad? A pile of dust?"
"Nothing," Elphaba smiled. "Sometimes the words are scarier than the result."