Just a short one today_hope its ok!

Dedicated to the wonderful people Bookworm371, lozzakapozza, srd sakura, Demlurina, Whitemermage, fgee and XxBrianna Jackson xX. I love all of you, and hope you enjoy the complimentery ruby slippers i am sending you via broomstick :)

Going to Cambridge for a banksy exhibition tomoro!

A/N Demlurlina- i honestly had forgotton that the title was from the song....but omg thats cool! Thanks for telling me, and also thanks for your review (since i cant message you, ill put it here :)

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It feels like only a few minutes have passed before i'm woken up by painfully bright sunlight burning my eyelids, the squeak of a window being pushed open, and the tumbled voices of students gathering outside in the cobbled courtyard.

There's a clock chiming, too, somewhere in the distance: i count the chimes to work out whether i have to get up yet, and get to eight before i remember its saturday.

Oh thank Oz.

Sinking back into my pillows, i flop an arm over my eyes to salvage my corneas, and groan.

"Shut the window, Elphie"

From the way i can hear you moving about the room, i can tell you're pretending not to hear me. I make my voice louder.

"Elphie, if you like me AT ALL, you will shut the window..."

There's a pause, while you decide whether to ignore me or not....and then the sounds from outside are muted.

"Damn you, Glinda Upland, with your sly emotional blackmail-"

"Damn you, Elphaba Thropp... weird girl who opens the window at stupid hours..."

It's not the cleverest comeback, i'll admit it, but hey, i'm sleep-deprived!

I'd ask you to shut the curtains too....but i know by now that its pointless.

It's like a ritual- every morning, as soon as you are properly awake (which can take over an hour some days), the first thing you do is open the curtains, open the window, and lean out to check the weather.

That's EVERY morning: sun, rain, clouds.... i'd be prepared to be you'd do it in fog, snow, hail or hurricane too.

Sometimes, it makes me laugh. I mean, ask ANYONE at Shiz, and they'll probably assume you sleep in a black room, with black furniture, without so much as a light switch, let alone a real window.

What would they say if they could see THIS you, who loves fresh air and sun and walking in the rain without an umbrella... who wouldn't ever close the windows if i didn't make her? What would they say?

My thoughts are cut off.

"Glinda, why do you have ink on your hands?"

Damnit, i remember now i forgot to wash after i finished the letter....where is it now?

After a moment of panic, i spot it on the floor, and half fall out of bed in an attempt to grab it before you pick it up by mistake.

"Um...it's nothing. Just...an essay. An essay i forgot to write."

I'm not quite sure why i don't want to show you the letter just yet.

Maybe because you seem happier today...normal, but still happier. I don't want to be the one to ruin that by reminding you of your severly messed-up family life.
I push the letter under my pilow instead.