"Now, if there are no further questions, please retire to your rooms," Madame Morrible said finally, taking Nessa's wheelchair. Elphaba snapped out of her self pity.

"No, wait, Madame Morrible! Madame!" Elphaba tried to get the headmistress's attention over the flurry of students filing out of the hall to their rooms, wondering if their roommate pairing will be as bad as 'Blondie and Green'.

"Elphaba, I'll be fine, don't worry," Nessa tried to reassure her sister. Elphaba saw her glance nervously at the older woman taking her away and knew Nessa would not be fine for a long time. She often got severely homesick at sleepovers a mile away, even with Elphaba there. If Elphaba didn't know better, she would say Madame Morrible was ignoring her protests.

"LET HER GO!" Elphaba shouted finally, silencing the few people left in the hall. Elphaba's body felt electrified, the sensation familiar to her, like an old friend you haven't seen in years. Madame Morrible let go of the chair as if zapped, then the chair spiraled back to Elphaba by itself. Elphaba took it and immediately bent down to check on her sister. Nessa looked ready to cry, but she was unharmed. Whispers of 'how did she do that?' erupted in the hall.

"You promised things would be different here," Nessa sniffed, shying away from her sister, fear in her brown eyes. Elphaba could feel her heart being ripped at to see her sister like this.

"I wanted to help you, Nessie. You know you wouldn't be happy in that overgrown Bat's care." She tried to lay a reassuring hand on Nessa's knee, even as Nessa tried to scoot away. Her sister was trembling. "Nessa, I'm so, so sorry…"

"What? Never apologize for talent! Talent is a gift! And that's my special talent, encouraging talent." Madame Morrible took Elphaba's shoulders and guided her away from Nessa. "Have you ever considered a career in sorcery?"

"No, not really-" Elphaba began, but Madame Morrible cut her off.

"I shall tutor you privately, and take no other students!" Madame Morrible announced shamelessly.

"What?!" Galinda looked ready to kill somebody, but Madame Morrible either didn't hear her or decided she wasn't there.

"Oh, Miss Elphaba…Many years I have waited for a gift like yours to appear! Why, I predict the Wizard could make you his magic Grand Vizier!"

"The Wizard?" Elphaba's jaw dropped. She could meet his Ozness?!

"My dear, my dear! I'll write at once to the Wizard, tell him of you in advance. With a talent like yours, dear, there is a definish chance if you work as you should, you'll be making good…"

Elphaba was so shocked. She had barely taken two steps into Shiz University and she was enrolled in an esteemed sorcery seminar. Elphaba held a green hand in front of her face, barely believing that it had cast magic. Magic. Like the Wizard does! The Wizard would recognize her potential, and he would be able to give her what she always wanted. To be normal. Elphaba almost skipped out of the hall. Finally, her life would be complete-

Wait. Her life was complete. She had a loving sister and father, she had friends, she was smart, and she wasn't Oz's absolute worst athlete. She was privileged beyond most dreams. No, she wouldn't do this for Elphaba. She would do this for others. Making good. Elphaba thought as she wandered toward her dorm building. That sounded so prestigious.

Suddenly, Elphaba stopped short. She saw...people. Celebrating! They were celebrating a green-skinned woman...HER! Elphaba gazed out onto the crowd only she could see, amazed by the sheer number of people. Somehow, she got the feeling that this party was happening in hundreds of places throughout Oz. She tried to hear what they were cheering, but the shouts sounded like indistinct mumblings. It was too distant. The vision faded away, and Elphaba was left with a feeling of warmth, like when people you like wish you a happy birthday. Someday, people were going to celebrate her! She did a little spin on the stone path to the dorm complex. Elphaba the Excellent, that's what they'd call her. She smiled. That had a nice ring to it, the whole three-syllables thing and all. She couldn't think of any way this day could get worse.

She climbed the stairs to the dorm room in record time, opened the door, and saw Galinda lying on what she had claimed as her bed, writing a letter. She glanced up with a look that could have murdered someone.

I guess every golden day had a gray cloud over it somewhere. Elphaba thought as she got out a pen and paper to write to her own father.

Okay, 'The Wizard and I' is sort of the same scene as 'Dear Old Shiz'. Okay, I couldn't be bothered to write out new lyrics to 'The Wizard and I'. Okay, I get it, I'm sorry :(. But! Know that 'What is this Feeling' definishly is going to be cool! -Hopes-. -LostOzian.