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Chapter 4: Happy? Finally
"Galinda!" Elphaba raced into her room to find her friend sitting on her bed. "Look! It's from the wizard! I'm going to see the wizard!"
Galinda looked up from her frilly pink diary. "Oh, that's great Elphie." She tapped a feathery pen against her chin. "Simply wonderful. What was Fiyero's favorite color again?"
Elphaba twisted an eyebrow up. "Oh, it's green."
"Thank you." Galinda scribbled something in the book, then stopped and looked up. "Wait a clock tick, no it's not! It's blue." She glared at Elphaba.
She shrugged. "Sorry. You weren't paying any real attention to me, so you know."
"You know what your problem is Miss Elphaba? You're too used to having people always looking at you, so if you are ever without attention you get all, indignified." Galinda threw the book across the room and crossed her arms and legs. "Maybe it would be good for you to not get some attention for once."
"I honestly wouldn't mind not getting attention when I don't want it." Elphaba said flatly, thrusting the letter in front of her roommate's nose. "I'm going to the Emerald City."
Galinda looked startled, then seized the letter. "Elphie! Why didn't you say so? Oh, the Emerald City! I've always wanted to see the Emerald city! How come you get to go there?"
"Because the wizard invited me!" Elphaba sat on her bed with a quiet smile. "Can you believe it Galinda? Me! The wizard wants to meet me! This could be the happiest day of my life! I could melt!"
Galinda giggled. "As if."
The two girls looked at each other for a moment, then burst into laughter and hugged so hard it almost looked like they were wrestling. They rocked back and forth on the bed, laughing hysterically, Galinda had tears pouring from her eyes and Elphaba thought the bed would collapse.
Then there was a knock on the door. "Oh!" Galinda leapt up and smoothed out her blue dress. "That's Fiyero. Elphie, would you mind going out for dinner so Fiyero and I can have a romantilicious date by ourselves." Her face fell at the indignant look on Elphaba's face. "Oh please Elphie? I'll pay for it."
Elphaba thrust out her hand and excepted the money. "Fine, but only so you can have a nice evening with Fiyero." She stood and opened the door, intending to walk out. Fiyero was right in her path wearing a brilliant green cape the color of emeralds.
The two fumbled awkwardly for a moment before Fiyero stepped back and allowed Elphaba by. "Night, Miss fumbling Fabala," he said with a teasing frown.
She scowled, but to her surprise it came out playfully. She paled and quickly headed out, shoving the money into her sash. She really needed some sort of bag to keep things in. That would be what she would buy! She wasn't even hungry anyway. She stalked into a clothing shop and snatched up a simple black bag. It was just the way she liked them, simple, functional and easy to use. Walking up to the woman at the check out and slapped it down on the counter. The woman yelped and leapt back, earning an annoyed look from Elphaba as she thrust the money at her. Then, snatching up her new back, she turned and walked out, her eyes glued to her feet as they slapped against the pavement. To her surprise she ended up outside the library. She let a smile curl into her lips as she stepped inside, loving the quiet atmosphere. It was always perfect in there.
She went straight to the magic section and grabbed a book on transfiguration. She buried herself somewhere between page three hundred sixty-three and four hundred seventy-two and snuggled up in one of the stiff chairs. Tonight was going to be Elphaba night in the library, nobody was going to disturb her.
The simple toad is the easiest transfiguration spell. Because of it's in-complex nature it can be easily thought of, and almost anything can be turned into one. This is a common spell for any magic user because of the simplicity and lack of energy used for the spell. There are seven different types of toad used for the spell. One is the simple garden toad you can find anywhere (shown top right). Second is the green frog, not really a toad but-
"Elphaba?"
Oh, how typical. She dog-eared the page she was on, slammed the book shut and whirled around to glare at the person who had just walked into the library. Oh Unnamed Gods, it was Fiyero. "What?" The single word came out harsher than it was meant to.
"I didn't think I would find you in here, I mean," he looked around. "Usually I'm alone at this time of night."
"I like coming in here at night. It's quiet."
He sighed and sat down opposite of her. "Yeah, it is. That and Galinda seems to think it's haunted or something. She never comes in. It's a good place to get away from the giggling."
"Did you and she have a romantilicious evening?" Elphaba asked/muttered as she opened her book back up. When he didn't reply she looked up. He was just glaring at her. "What?"
"Nothing." He looked down and glared at the table. "It's kind of hard to see in here."
"Light a candle if you want, there's one just over there on the third bookcase." She ran her eyes over an enchantment for changing skin tone and her heart began racing.
Place hand one half inch over skin and concentrate on desired color. As skin begins to lighten or darken move hand over any desired area you wish to change color. To change entire body color place hands three inches apart from each other and blow softly of fingertips while picturing skin tone. Should wash entire body with desired color.
"Hello? Fabala?"
Elphaba looked up reluctantly. "What? Can't you see I'm reading?" Curses, it didn't say anything about colored skin. Probably because nobody ever wanted colored skin. She could still try-
"That's what I just asked. What are you reading?"
"Oh. Just this thing on transfiguration. It's not bad." What else was in there? There was a cure for blemishes, she would have to show that to Galinda. She flipped a few pages, then stopped dead when she saw the picture of a small mouse. It was a tiny entry about a green mouse!
Circumstances to make living creature green unknown. Cure currently unknown. Incredibly Rare. Two cases known. Green mouse, late pet of the Wizard of Oz (shown above), and green girl, daughter of the Governor of Munchkinland (no illustration available). See page 796.
That was all it said beneath the picture. She knew exactly who the second case was. Elphaba gnashed her teeth and slammed her fist onto the chair's armrest, making it snap off. She knew by the aching in her hand she would have a nasty bruise there tomorrow.
"Whoa! What was that for?" Fiyero sat back in his chair, looking sideways at her.
She slammed the book shut, still grinding her teeth. "Nothing," she hissed. Folding the book beneath her arm she stood and stormed out of the library.
"Miss Elphaba Fabala Thropp!" Fiyero ran after her and grabbed her arm. "What's wrong with you? You seem distracted."
"Really? I wouldn't have known. It's nothing, just leave me alone." She ripped her arm from his grasp and started walking back when she noticed it was drizzling lightly. With a shriek she turned and headed back for the library, but ran into Fiyero.
"What's wrong now? Could you please tell me something for once?"
Elphaba just stared as the sheet of rain gradually thickened. Gnashing her teeth she gripped Fiyero's arm and muttered "horrors, horrors" to herself. She shrieked again as the rain began pouring and buried her head in Fiyero's shoulder.
"Here." He wrapped the green cape around her and hurried her back to the dormitories.
The moment they got inside the building Elphaba streaked away, throwing the wet cape to the ground and grinding her teeth. Arrg! Accursed water was seeping through her clothes. Grrr, it burned! She could hear Fiyero behind her, but only wanted to get back to her room and take off the wet clothes. She managed to reach her room in record time and streaked inside, forgetting completely to close the door behind her. She flung open her wardrobe and, tearing the wet clothes off, began changing into her night gown with a towel wrapped around her. When it was half on she hear a noise behind her.
She turned to see if it was Galinda and saw Fiyero, standing in the girly room awkwardly and holding his cape over his arm. "Er, I'll just go. G'night Fa- ee- ouch!" He knocked his knee on Elphaba's bedstead. "Ow, that hurt! Hm, I like that. Elphaba Fabala Fae Thropp." His easy grin was broken by Elphaba's outraged stare and he quickly slipped away. "Yeah, night."
Elphaba sighed and leisurely buttoned the rest of the loose gown up as she heard the door close. "Elphaba Fabala Fae Thropp. If I ever got a longer title than that . . ." She shook her head and crawled into bed, suddenly realizing she had lost her book somewhere in the rain.
Fiyero stood outside, letting the rain run down his face. Poor Elphaba. He wondered what had been wrong with her. She never told anyone anything, keeping all of her emotions mostly locked up inside except when people didn't want to hear about it. He could swear she would explode some day. Something fluttered on the ground and he went to see what it was. It was the transfiguration book. The pages flipped in the wind and stopped on the page with the green mouse. The Winkie prince knelt and picked it up, reading over it carefully. He flipped to page seven hundred ninety-six and scanned it.
Green Elixir: Made of unknown substances by the Wizard of Oz himself. Only other living thing to drink it was pet mouse, who later gave birth to green offspring (see page 364). Maybe made from the emeralds themselves . . .
Fiyero frowned and read the part about the green mouse again. He hated reading, it always made his eyes hurt. He never let on, but he was slightly near sighted. That was odd. Elphaba had been born green too, she had said so, but she probably didn't even know about the green elixir. Did she?
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Gosh, that was long. Well, tell me how you like it. I think it's pretty good, but then that's just me being prideful over my work. Hey! I have a right to take pride in my work! I wrote it! Why do I get in arguments with myself? I feel like Fiyero . . .