Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked, book or musical or any of its characters. I do claim the right to all my crazy made up characters that like to make appearances though. Please be forewarned this story does contain romance between two women. The story is rated for violence, language, and romance so please kept that in mind.
Author's Note: Number two! Sorry about the bold and underline. I'm not exactly sure what happened.
Chapter 2: The Beginning
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"…All the students were gathering in the main foyer of Crage Hall…"
Students were wandering around on the Shiz campus on the day of fresher orientation, but all were in a slow trek toward Crage Hall. The head mistress, Madame Morrible had set up a meeting for all the new students. Though some we excited, others were obviously not. Before long, the foyer of Crage Hall was filled with the new freshman.
Groupings were apparent in the gathering of students. One in particular had caught Sabriel's eye the moment she entered the room, following behind her sister. A young blonde was surrounded by a multitude of students. "Look Nessa, I'm sure you'll fit in with those ninnies easily," Sabriel said to Nessarose, who was being wheeled in by her father. She knew better than to say something to Elphaba; the girl had been a bundle of nerves all day.
Hearing the comment, Frexspar cast an angry glare at his daughter. He raised a hand, as if her were going to back hand her. "You'd be smart to watch your mouth Sabriel," he warned. The girl cowered away and took a few quick steps forward, putting distance between her and her obviously annoyed sister and angered father.
As soon as they were far enough into the room, people started to stare at Elphaba. It was becoming rather normal for the family now. Frexspar had stopped and was coddling Nessarose, while Elphaba and Sabriel proceeded farther into the foyer.
"What! What are you looking at?" Elphaba snapped at the crowd of students. She was excited to come to Shiz, but Frexspar had been on her case all morning about taking care of Nessarose. Sabriel sighed and just stood back, letting her sister vent her frustration; Frexspar would intervene soon anyway.
"Oh, do I have something in my teeth?" she asked. "Okay, let's get this over with. No, I'm not seasick, yes, I've always been green, no, I didn't chew grass as a child."
"Elphaba!" Frexspar scolded from behind them. Both girls snapped their head back to look at their father and all eyes fell on Nessarose.
"Oh, this is my younger sister Nessarose. As you can see she is a perfectly normal color," Elphaba pointed out, coming to her sister's side. Sabriel had fallen behind Frexspar, so Elphaba didn't bother to point her out. Though Sabriel was never one to be shy, she hardly wanted to cause trouble with her father. He had been very uncertain about even letting her go to Shiz and she didn't want to risk her chance to stay.
"Elphaba, stop making a spectacle of yourself! I'm only sending you here for one reason…"
"Yes, I know, to look after Nessa," Elphaba interrupted. She sighed angrily and took to standing with her arms crossed, a few steps away from her father and sisters.
While the whole scene was playing out, a certain blonde of Gillikinese decent had been watching carefully. The first thing she noticed, of course, was Elphaba. Green as grass and full of sarcastic wit. Next she saw Nessarose; beautiful in all her glory, but sadly confined to a wheel chair. Lastly, she took note of the way their father treated them. He was so kind, had so much love for the younger Nessarose, but seemed to have none for Elphaba. She couldn't help but feel a tiny bit sorry for the girl.
"Do you see that Miss Galinda? She looks like a string bean," a girl near the socialite blonde said with disgust. Galinda acknowledged the girl with a nod, but her interest had been pricked. She suddenly wanted to know just who this family was.
Frexspar had presented Nessarose with a pair of jeweled shoes. This did not come as a shock to Sabriel or Elphaba, Nessarose had always been the favorite. Sabriel had come to stand near her older sister.
"How kind of Father," she said sarcastically, glancing back toward Nessarose. Elphaba gave her sister a small glare. "You knew he'd do something of that nature. She is the favorite after all," Elphaba replied.
"Elphaba, Sabriel, take care of your sister. And try not to talk too much!" Frexspar startled the girls. They turned to face their father. Elphaba nodded slightly as their father kissed Nessarose's cheek.
"Yes Father," Sabriel said sweetly, only to earn her a glare from Frexspar. As their father left, Nessarose looked up at her sisters.
"Elphaba….Sabriel…"
"What could he have gotten me? I clash with everything,"
"And I wouldn't wear a thing Father got me. Not on my life," Sabriel chimed in.
Galinda was observing the sisters. "So this is the family with heir to the Munckinland throne," she thought. This was even more intriguing. She was about to fall back into mindless chit-chat with her 'friends', but Madame Morrible entrance interrupted her thoughts.
"Welcome new students!" Morrible's voice boomed through the hall. Of the Thropp girls, only Elphaba was paying attention. Nessarose was still admiring her new shoes and Sabriel had taken to leaning against a wall with her arms crossed.
"Oh Madame Morrible, thank you for asking, but I've already been assigned a private suite," Galinda voice brought Sabriel and Nessarose to attention. "But you all can visit me whenever you want," the blonde reassured her disappointed looking colleagues.
"Well isn't she a sight," Sabriel commented, taking in the features of the blonde and her fancy clothing.
"I love her outfit," Nessarose pointed out.
"Like I said, you'd fit in…"Sabriel was cut off when Elphaba elbowed her in the ribs.
"You see, I am Galinda Upland of the Upperuplands…"the girl across the room spoke. Sabriel looked to Elphaba, who had her eyes trained on the girl. She raised a brow slightly, not quite sure what to make of the look on her sister's face. It almost seemed as if Elphaba had a hint of a smile turning up the corner of her lips.
"We have not yet received our room assignments," Elphaba said once Morrible and Galinda had stopped talking. Morrible turned, blanching at the sight of Elphaba. It was visible that the older woman swallowed hard to regain her composure and came over to them.
"Yes, yes, of course! Oh, You must be Miss Nessarose, the governor's daughter. What a tragically beautiful face you have!" Morrible said with delight. Turning to see Elphaba, she snorted.
"And you must be…"
"I'm the other daughter, Elphaba. I'm beautifully tragic," came Elphaba sarcastic replied.
"Yes, yes I'm sure you're very bright. Isn't there another one of you?" Morrible asked, looking over the two girls. Sabriel pushed herself of the wall and waved her hand slightly.
"That would be me, Sabriel Thropp," she said unenthusiastically. The head mistress regarded her for a moment before nodding.
"Good, good,"
"Now which one of you ladies would like to volunteer to share a room with Miss Elphaba?" Morrible asked the crowd. Galinda had been talking with her followers Pfanne, Shenshen, and Boq about Horrible Morrible not reading her essay.
"You should say something," Boq insisted. Galinda decided to do just that. She stepped out and raised her hand. "Madame Morrible…"
"Oh thank dear, how good of you,"
"What?" Galinda asked, suddenly confused.
"Miss Elphaba you can share a room with Miss Galinda,"
"Huh?"
Elphaba was staring a Galinda, utterly shocked. She did not understand why the girl would volunteer to be her room mate and it was slightly unsettling. Sabriel sniggered near Nessarose who was just as shocked as Elphaba was, until she realized it was a mistake.
"Now for your sisters," Madame Morrible said, turning back toward the other Thropp girls.
"Who would be so kind as to offer a room up to Miss Sabriel?"
"Wait a second…" Sabriel started, but a girl near Galinda had raised her hand. She had a kind smile of her face and Sabriel wasn't sure what to make of it.
"Perfect! Miss Sabriel you can room with Miss Jamila. The governor made his concern for your sister's well being quite clear. So, I thought it would be best if she share my private compartment where I can assist her as needed…" Madame Morrible continued, setting her hand on the back of Nessarose's chair. Neither Sabriel or Elphaba was pleased by this.
"But Madame…"Sabriel started.
"We have always looked after our sister," Elphaba continued.
"Everyone to your dormitories!" Morrible announced, beginning to wheel Nessarose away.
"But Madame…"Elphaba and Sabriel said together.
Reaching out her hand Elphaba glared in the head mistress' direction. "Let her go!" her voice boomed. Sabriel and the rest of the student shrank back at the intensity of Elphaba's voice. The lights blinked and a surge of energy pulsated over the room. Nessarose's chair pulled abruptly away from Morrible and wheeled itself back into Elphaba's hands. Sabriel immediately kneeled in front of a distressed Nessarose, willing her younger sister to calm down.
"How did you do that?" Morrible asked with shock.
"How did she do that?" Galinda repeated with aghast.
"Elphaba! You said things would be different here!" Nessarose scolded, obviously angered by the incident. Sabriel touched her sister's leg.
"Please Nessa…"
"Uhm…Sometimes, something just comes over me…I'm sorry Madame…"