Elphaba sat in quiet thought for a while, wondering why she had become so unrestrained and carefree around her roomie.
"Perhaps it's this play," she mused, picking up the script-book to 'Romeo & Juliet'. "This love story must be confusing my subconscious emotions, making me believe myself to actually have romantic feelings toward a ditzy, popular, preppy girl." Having come to a logical solution, the green girl fit the book snugly back into its space on the bookshelf.
In Sorcery class, Galinda couldn't pay attention. She kept thinking about how much fun Elphie was during lunch, and Nessarose bursting in to ruin their fun. She was thinking about it so much, the teacup she was supposed to be levitating turned green. Madame Greyling was incredibly proud, nonetheless. Galinda just felt lucky none of her friends were in this class to see the color and guess to why the cup had turned the same color as the blonde's roommate. After class, she asked Madame Greyling if she could take the cup home. To her joy, the teacher had no problem with it. She wrapped it in her scarf so it wouldn't break should she fall, and ran off to the dormitories.
When she unlocked and opened the door, she found she was in luck. The bathroom door was locked and there was a note on her desk saying the green girl was washing. Since she didn't particularly want to know how one kept clean without water, she busied herself with hanging her coat and placing the green teacup on the brown-covered bed. When she heard the bathroom door start to unlatch, she hurried over and pretended to be impatient.
"What was taking so long? I have to go!" The blonde snapped irritably.
"Don't wet your pretty pink underthings, princess." Was the quick retort. Galinda quickly rushed into the small room, nervous about the green girl's reaction to the green cup. She turned on the water to appear busy, then pressed her ear against the door, hoping to hear a gasp of surprise or something like that.
Not a sound. She got a drink to wet her dry mouth enough to talk, then turned off the water and went to see what Elphaba thought of the teacup.
After putting her book away, Elphaba wandered idly around the small room, tidying. She re-made both beds (they had sat and danced on them during lunch), cursorily organized the pink desk, and gathered her oils for washing. She figured she would have enough time to be in her nightgown before her roomie came back. Just in case, she left a note on the blonde's desk.
She entered the bathroom and locked the door, then got a towel and swabbed the tub for any drops of water. She carefully unwound her bandage, and began spreading oil on a washcloth. She slowly worked her way down her body, starting with her hair. She lathered in special shampoo, and left it, to be squeezed out later. She scrubbed her face, then moved to her arms and back. Her breasts were growing, and she was painfully conscious of that fact. While she was still rather small compared to the other girls, she had to keep reminding herself that they were just skin sacks, filled with fat, used for nourishing children. She barely touched her stomach, and focused on massaging her lower back. She felt very painful and stressed from the day's events, and needed to relax. Not for the first time in her life, she wished she could simply soak in a warm bath. She sighed, and began thinking of anything other than what she was doing. Nevertheless, her cheeks turned a slightly darker green as she washed her pelvic area. She quickly moved to her legs, and got her hair-dissolving oil.
She chuckled as she thought of Nanny teaching her how to wash herself. When she was barely 13, and had just started getting leg hair, Nanny had shooed Frex out of the house to explain the oil to the eldest. Not a month later, Elphaba had gotten her shampoo and hair-dissolving oils mixed up, and had to spend the next year constantly under a cap. Frex, Shell, and Nessarose teased her about it constantly, and even Nanny would sometimes get caught smiling. She finished and stood up, to begin simply pushing all oils off herself, like a fogged window. When she had finished, she carefully rinsed the tub with water to rid the oils down the drain. She toweled the remaining oil off and slipped her dark-blue nightgown over her head. She opened the door to find an impatient blonde waiting.
"What was taking so long? I have to go!"
"Don't wet your pretty pink underthings, princess." She replied sassily, then fought to not blush as she thought of the frilly pink things worn under her roomie's clothes. As she knelt to put her oils back under her bed, she saw a green teacup. Curious, she sat down and picked it up to further examine it.