To be honest, this isn't my best. It's more of a bridge into other things I have planned.
It had almost been a week.
Six long days had passed since Elphaba had explained to Glinda exactly what had happened since staying behind in the Emerald City.
Glinda sighed at the mere thought of what had transpired, what she had been told. She was currently in her dining room, in a slightly more simple gown than the ones she usually wore. She was draped on the table, head resting on the crook of her arm, staring off into space. There wasn't much else to do when you were in semi-hiding and your companion was in a leave of solitude.
Elphaba hadn't come out of her room since the explanation. Not to eat, to go to the bathroom, nothing. It was a sort of hunger strike, Glinda supposed. But she hadn't disturbed her friend. She knew better. Elphaba had done the same exact thing while at Crage Hall, except it had been for a day tops. Even taking the change that would undoubtedly come with the several years of solitude, Glinda had to admit that six days was more than a bit extreme. Something was probably wrong.
With this thought in mind, Glinda dragged herself to her feet and headed up the two flights of stairs. In a matter of moments – record time for the blonde – she was outside Elphaba and Fiyero's door.
Glinda paused. What was she going to do when she got in? She had to think of a way to cheer Elphaba up. She knew that merely comforting Elphaba would, at this point, only draw her further into her depression and possibly pose dangerous for either one of them.
"Oz, I know!" And she scurried away from the door as fast as her little legs could carry her, almost instantly returning with a measuring tape.
She didn't waste time sneaking in. Pushing the doors open, she strode in confidently, a smile on her face. With Elphaba in the current mood she was in, hopefully she wouldn't realize that it was, in fact, completely fake and forced.
When the blonde entered, Elphaba was lying on her side on the bed, facing Fiyero. She jumped up into a sitting position when she heard the doors open while obviously doing her best not to jostle the still form of her lover. She held onto Fiyero's hand tightly as she watched the intruder curiously. There was a look of blatant worry and compassion on her face.
It hurt Glinda to see Elphaba like that, but she made herself continue, for her sake. "Elphaba, have you really been in that same dress this whole time?"Feigning ignorance, she moved towards the bed, gently pulling Elphaba up. "I've decided we're going shopping for a new wardrobe for—"
"No."
"—you." Glinda paused. "Oh well, I expected that. How about you let me take your measurements? That dress is hardly doing you any favors after wearing it for six days straight. I can shop for you."
"I would rather have my old dress, Glinda."
Glinda paused, pretending to be worried about Elphaba's reaction, while in reality she was just trying to keep things seeming as normal as possible. "Well, you see Elphie... they were damaged beyond repair, in my opinion, so I... threw them out?"
It shocked Glinda when all she got was an eye roll. Not a witty comeback or a verbal lashing? Damn, she needed to work her magic, and quickly. Even though she was keeping herself occupied by thinking of ways to help Elphaba help herself and Fiyero, she managed to put herself to another task. Measuring Elphaba. "Alright, off with that thing, and-if-you-give-me-that-look-I-will-slap-you." There wasn't a look. Ha, ha.
After the dress had been removed, Glinda began looping the tape around Elphaba's various sections – bust, waist, hips. Quickly measuring the length of her legs, Glinda put the tape away, unable to kill a slight twinge of jealousy at her friend's perfect figure.
She let Elphaba walk quickly back to the still form of her lover as soon as she was done. She could hardly occupy her friend without having something to do so with. She'd think of other things to do while she was out.
So.
Distraction failed.
Shopping time.