Rifiuto: Non Miriena
August, Day Five
The next morning, Galinda got dressed and headed to class. She'd dressed in a simple black skirt, white blouse, and black flats. Her hair was held back with a black headband, and she turned heads- not in a good way- as she slipped into her Life Sciences class that morning. After the shock wore off, the professor said,
"Welcome back, Miss Galinda."
She just nodded, as she slipped into her seat. Glancing around, she saw the shocked looks on her classmates' faces, and heard the whisper when Elphaba and Fiyero entered and passed by her to get to their seats.
"I told you she was brunette."
"I thought you were kidding." Elphaba shook her head, as they sat down. Class went on as usual, and for once, she actually took notes. When class got out, the talk on everyone's tongues, was Galinda's new look. She passed other students that whispered and poked fun behind their hands, that sneered and laughed at her, and when she made it to the Wilted Rose, she found that the gossip had even spread to the small cafe.
She was the talk of the town, and not in a good way.
After ordering her coffee, she hurried back to Shiz, made it in time for her next few classes, and once those were done, returned to the dorm, where she sat on her bed with a notebook and pen. She stared at it for several minutes, unable to think of anything, before finally writing down,
Things to Do to Reinvent Self
But did she want to reinvent herself? When she looked at it, yes, she wanted to. She wanted to prove to everyone- herself included- that she deserved to stay at Shiz, had a right to stay at Shiz. She wanted to show them all that she wasn't ready to go home yet. Now, all she needed to do was reinvent herself. And then she'd show everyone that she belonged.
1. Dye hair.
2. Try a new wardrobe.
3. Try something new.
4. Be more outgoing.
5. Be nicer.
6. Be confident.
Once she was done with the list, she got off her bed and went to Elphaba's closet. Slipping inside, she examined the clothing, noting that Elphaba wasn't afraid to try new styles like butterfly sleeves, batwing sleeves, jeans, trousers, leggings, pencil skirts, a-line skirts, capris, and other types of fashion. She was actually amazed at how close Elphaba paid attention to styles. She had flats, wedges, high heels, stilettos, tennis shoes, slippers, kitten heels and slingbacks, found residence in her closet, but not one single flip flop.
Galinda was slightly put off by the lack of flip flops, since she loved flip flops, but turned to her roommate's hats and gloves. She found two tams, three berets, two cloche, three fedoras and five newsboys. Apparently, Elphaba had a thing for hats. She then turned to the gloves, and found three pairs of fingerless gloves, two pairs of kidskin, four leather, one pair of opera gloves, and six pairs of arm warmers, some ratty and worn to within an inch of their lives in various shades; she also found ten pairs of leg warmers, some new, some so old they had fallen apart, and Galinda guessed it was some sort of emotional attatchment to the older warmers that prevented Elphaba from throwing them away.
Then, she turned to the hanging purse rack. At first, Galinda was surpriseda- Elphaba carried around her book bag and that stupid dance bag- so she thought those were the only bags she possessed. But boy, was she wrong. Hanging in order of size, were messenger bags, totes, clutches and hobos, of all different colors. Her scarves ranged from striped to solid colors, and Galinda found a couple beautifully decorated shawls as well.
She turned, and found a small table, with a Quoxwood jewelry box on it. Slowly opening it up, she found thread earrings, studs, drops, hoops, ankletsbangles, chokers, regular necklaces, rings, belly chains and even a few things that she had not idea what they were or were for. Sighing, she slipped out of the closet, only to hear the voice.
"What are you doing?"
She looked up, to see Elphaba standing on the other side of the room, dance bag over her arm, watching her. Suddenly, she could imagine what it must look like.
"I... I..."
"You what?" Elphaba asked, moving towards her. "You just decided to go through my closet. Do you have any respect for other people's-" She stopped, when something on Galinda's bed caught her eye. Slowly, she reached down, picking up the notebook and reading it. Galinda watched her eyes run over the words, before she looked up. Then, she scoffed and tossed the notebook back on the bed. "Okay, you've lost it."
As Elphaba continued to speak, Galinda moved away from the closet.
"Wh... what are you doing here? Don't you have class?"
"My last class was canceled. Madame Morrible got food poisoning." Elphaba stated matter-of-factly, tossing her bag on the bed. She meant the Sorcery professor and Head of Shiz. "So I have two hours before my Pointe class." She said, going into the closet and rummaging around for a while before coming back with her Pointe shoes. She sat on the bed, slipped out of her flats, unbandaged her feet, and slipped the shoes on. Galinda watched as Elphaba expertly tied the frayed ribbons on both shoes.
"Wh... when did you start Pointe?"
"I started Pointe at fourteen, but I've been dancing since I was a child." Elphaba said, as she tightened the second bow and stood, going to the middle of the floor to start warming up. However, she turned back. "Why?"
Galinda shook her head.
"No reason."