Rating: G
Type: Book/Movie/Musical
A/N: I'm so evil to Glinda.
Glinda remembered the morning that the atrocity occurred. There she had been, at her vanity table brushing her hair, when something strange sparkled in the mirror. It wasn't very noticeable, but it hurt nonetheless.
"A grey hair!" She shrieked, jumping out of her chair, and into the hall.
There she found a young maid holding a basket of clothes, her hair perfectly brown and let loose. Flowing, wondrous hair. A woman's symbol of youth!
"Excuse me, maid." Glinda ignored the young girl horror that her master was out in her nightwear, "Does this look at all gray to you!"
"I'm sorry, Madame, but it does." The maid replied, still in shock.
"What am I going to do?" Glinda cried, "I'm supposed to be a figure of everlasting beauty. I'm turning into an old lady! I…I…"
With that, the maid boldly plucked the grey hair from Glinda's temple, picked up her basket of clothing, and went outside to put them on the line.