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Chapter 9
No One Mourns the Wicked
The students gathered in the courtyard around Madame Morrible and Glinda felt Fiyero immediately stiffen beside her. She discreetly held his upper arm firmly, afraid that if she were to let go that Fiyero would go straight for her, no matter how much she wanted to kill her herself-
Yes, Glinda the Good wanted to kill, or at least attempt-
She couldn't let it happen. None of these people know of her treachery and lies, they actually had no reason to attacker. At least at the moment as far as Glinda, or Galinda? Could tell. Morrible turned to her and smiled cruelly. She knew.
Once they had been transported back in time they were both surprised to find themselves in the clothes they had been wearing on their first day. Glinda had been surprised even that Fiyero was even there yet. But since what had happened with Elphaba… she was glad that he was here. She didn't know what she would do if he wasn't.
Maybe he wasn't really her rock any more… but they needed each other at the moment. She could faintly hear Morrible speaking to Elphaba with a pang. She looked around, seeing a familiar flash of blonde hair. Her eyes widened.
"Fiyero!" She whispered urgently, tugging on his upper sleeve an acknowledgeable feat considering how tall she was. "Look!" She pointed the boy's way.
He was tall and blonde with a strong jaw line and celeste eyes. At the same moment he turned to Glinda, his eyes flashed with recognition but then confusion.
'Hael went to Shiz?' Thought Fiyero, bewildered. Perhaps he didn't know his old friend and comrade that well. She broad shouldered Gillikinese made his way towards them, weaving thorough the throng of students. He turned to Glinda first and put her hands in his. "Glinda?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty.
"Yes." She breathed, "Do you remember too?" She bit her lip.
"Yes but… what happened? I… I'm so damn confused right now." Glinda opened her mouth to explain when she heard Morrible speaking… Elphaba needed a roommate. She quickly told Fiyero to explain and she made her way to the front raising her hand.
"I volunteer, Madame!" She said, battering her eyelashes.
"Oh, how good of you!"
"You are so good, Galinda!" Her old cronies said and she cringed. "Oh stop it- and it's Glinda now." She pleaded, gritting her teeth. Elphaba was so occupied collecting her bag and cursing under her breath about the new arrangements that she didn't notice Madame Morrible wheeling Nessa away until she looked up. "Let her go!" She said feebly.
She threw down her luggage and stood at her full height. "I said let her go!" Lights flicked and flashed and people huddled together in the sudden occurrence, Elphaba's face flushed as she tried to control herself.
Glinda turned back to Fiyero and Hael, because she already knew what happened next… she just wished she could stop it. Fiyero had finished and Hael was staring at her. "Fiyero told me you 'broke up'." He stated.
"Is that all you gathered from that conversation?" She asked.
"No but…" He was cut off
Elphaba shouldered her way past Glinda glaring at the group of three who just stared at her. "This doesn't change anything."
The next few days of school were torture.
Fiyero sat in class, though his attention wavered every few seconds his gaze drifting to Elphaba who kept her head low, writing notes alone in the back of the room. He felt someone elbow him gently in the stomach. He turned his attention to Glinda.
"Stop, we'll find a way, I promise." Fiyero bowed his head and accepted this. It'd have to settle for now.
"Would you stop staring at me already?" Elphaba asked, banging her lunch tray on the table a few to the left of Glinda's, Fiyero's, and Hael. She was alone. Her hazel eyes bore into each of them with pure hate just like on the original day they first declared their loathing of each other. "You three have been staring at me for the past four days. YES- I'm green. Get over it." She hissed, going to their table and clenching it, her knuckles turning a pale green near white.
"Elphaba…" Fiyero stood, his eyes pleading. For a moment Elphaba stared at him and her facial expression softened her mouth slightly agape. She shut her eyes tight and shook her head slightly, dismissing the thought. "What, Master Tiggular?" She snapped. The use of his honorary hurt him.
"Please." He whispered. "Remember for me." He stepped up to her and for an instant her eyes cleared, and she opened her mouth to speak. "I don't know what you're talking about." She turned and fled.
Elphaba had never been good at what to do when she was confused. It may sound like something that snobbish Glinda may say but she wasn't used to it. Normally she could understand perfectly well, but those three frightened her to death. She was nervous around them and things seemed familiar… yet so much more remote and unknown. She ran to her room and closed the door behind her breathing out.
What was wrong with her? Why was this happening? She crawled onto her bed; her slim legs jackknifed against each other as she took a book and began to read. Her mind kept wandering though.
The door creaked open and Elphaba narrowed her eyes.
"Elphie?"
"Where did you get that ridiculous nickname?" She asked suspiciously, it was the first thing that came out of her mouth. It sounded vaguely familiar but to her it was nothing more than a ludicrous name.
Glinda's jaw moved up and down. "Sorry, I don't know but… I wanted to apologize. For everything."
"Please don't leave," she pleaded when she saw Elphaba begin to shift and put her book away.
"I'm not." She said flatly. "I'm going to bed."
Glinda looked to a clock. It was only around 2, but she agreed, crawling into her own bed even if it meant meaning classes.
"Good night… Elphie." She ventured, hoping for any answer.
She earned a reluctant grunt in response.
