"Miss Elphaba, you are truly a great sorceress, Far stronger than Madame Morrible ever was. I am elevating you to my official sorceress. Here, let me introduce you to the public now!" The Wizard of Oz prodded her toward the balcony, pulling back the curtain and pushing her gently into the light.
The people cheered and applauded. For once in her life, no one was pointing or laughing. She turned, and suddenly Fiyero came into sight. "Elphaba, look at you! You're wonderful." He opened his arms as if to embrace her, "Elphie-"
"Elphie, help me!"
Elphaba cocked her head to the side, staring at her own ceiling back at Shiz. Galinda's high-pitched voice had replaced Fiyero's smooth one. It took a few minutes for her to realize she had been dreaming. What else was new? "Wha...?" she said. Most of the time, she prided herself on her intelligence- but thirty seconds after being woken up by her blonde toy poodle of a roommate was not one of those times.
"I need you to help me de-beautify myself!" Galinda was desperately poking at the bright blouses and cheerful skirts in her closet.
"What- what time is it?" Elphaba asked, looking out toward the bedroom window. The sky was still dark blue, and the stars were still visible. "Please do not tell me you woke me up to help you look 'un-pretty'."
"Then I won't tell you." Galinda said, bouncing slightly on Elphaba's bed.
"We talked about this last night. Remember? Just don't wear makeup and don't throw yourself at people?"
"But what do I wear?" She hopped off of the bed and ran to her closet. "How will this all make me un-pretty?"
Elphaba grudgingly got out of her bed, and walked to Galinda, stretching. "Just wear something simple." She peered through Galinda's closet, looking for something 'simple'. She reached in and touched various violet and pink dresses. "Let's see... Galinda, really! Do you own anything without a frill? Well, here." She produced a simple dark gray skirt, long enough to skim past her roommate's knees.
"Gray?"
"Galinda, you were the one who woke up at four-thirty in the morning to 'de-beautify- yourself. Go with it!" Elphaba poked a few of the blouses. "Why don't you wear one of my sweaters?" She walked over to her own corner of the closet and produced a blue sweater. "This is a little short on me, but it'll be fine on you."
Galinda took the clothes, looking a bit depressed. She changed and didn't seem particularly happy.
"No make-up?"
"No make-up."
"No curling my hair?"
"Nope."
"Is this torture?"
"This was your idea."
In the end, Elphaba had actually convinced Galinda to not add any make-up or to do her hair- instead, she simply brushed it. Feeling merciful, Elphaba picked up a navy ribbon and tied it around Galinda's pony-tail. "I won't make you go completely cold turkey."
"Elphie, do you really think this will work?"
In reality, Elphaba found the whole thing amusing. Just a few weeks ago, Galinda had gotten it in her mind to 'Galinda-fy' her- and look how that had turned out! Elphaba really did hope this would be more successful. "I hope so." If it does, can I go back to sleep?