I changed the summary for this story recently so it looks more like a Wicked fic and I am contemplating changing the title so it's more of its own story rather than feeling like it belongs to somebody else. I would also really appreciate some more reviews to this, I know a lot of people are reading and not reviewing but I would really like to know what you think! Thanks!
Fiyero immediately backed out of the room and headed in the direction of the office he had been in earlier that day, Madame Morrible's. Fiyero banged incessantly on her door until the rather distressed looking headmistress finally appeared.
"Yes Master Tiggular what can I do for you?" she asked him, her tone of voice showing she was clearly irritated by his presence.
"I cannot room with the boy you have put me in with, I cannot be in a room with him," Fiyero said angrily as he pushed past the fish faced woman and into her office as she closed the door behind him.
"Ah, this wouldn't have anything to do with what happened to Miss Elphaba today would it? I heard you were quite the hero, the handsome prince riding to her rescue?" Madame Morrible said, her voice making it sound rather juvenile.
"Please Madame, Avaric has really quite badly injured Elphaba, she is in a lot of pain and I cannot be in the presence of somebody so cruel. I wish to be moved elsewhere." Fiyero pleaded, desperate to get her agreement.
"Am I right in believing that something happened between you and Master Tenmeadows?" Madame Morrible asked cryptically.
"No," Fiyero stuttered, not wanting to be kicked out after a few mere hours, which would be a record even for him, "yes, yes. I was angry, Elphaba was writhing in pain on the floor and I reacted badly, I pushed him to the ground but he wasn't hurt, I didn't intend on making things worse."
"Ok, I believe you had good intentions Master Fiyero but that does not mean you are sanctioned to meet violence with violence, I hope you don't believe that just because you are royalty that I can endorse this kind of behaviour?" Madame Morrible asked him, willing to give the tearaway prince a chance.
"I certainly do not believe that, I honestly didn't mean to make a bad start Madame. I just don't want to room with Avaric Tenmeadows." Fiyero continued his appeal towards her affable side in the hope that he wouldn't be in anymore unnecessary trouble with his mother.
"Alright Master Tiggular, there is a boy on the same corridor as Master Tenmeadows, his name is Boq, he is roomed in dorm 333, he was currently looking for another roommate when a past student left the university. If he agrees to it I can permit you to room with him on the one condition; that you try to forget this feud with Avaric and stay out of his way?" Madame Morrible offered although her voice was stern and unforgiving.
"Yes, of course that would be absolutely fine, thank you Madame," Fiyero smiled triumphantly, quickly jumping out of his seat and proceeding towards the door.
"Master Tiggular," Madame Morrible called him back as he reached out for the door handle.
"Yes Madame," Fiyero said cautiously as he turned around.
"Thank you for taking care of Miss Thropp this afternoon, as you may know she is one of our most valued students and I'm sure she appreciates your kindness." Madame Morrible said gratefully.
Fiyero nodded as a final response before leaving the office and heading off in search of room 333 and the young boy Boq that Madame Morrible had informed him of.
Fiyero successfully managed to find Boq who agreed to let the prince room with him and Fiyero moved his things in that evening, the two seemed to get on famously. It was early the next morning when Boq's alarm clock woke him up that Fiyero picked up his untouched timetable to try and fathom what classes he was imperatively going to have to attend today.
He barely understood a word of the drabble that was written on the screwed up piece of paper but he did take in that he had Life Sciences with one Dr Dillamond first thing. He dressed hastily although he took major care and precision over perfecting the way his dark black curls were styled, he reckoned he might have more hair products than Galinda did.
When he finally skidded into the classroom five minutes later than he should have arrived the entire class looked up at him and the Goat at the front of the class groaned at the sight of him.
"Master Tiggular I presume," Dr Dillamond spoke authoritatively.
Fiyero had noticed that the only girl who hadn't turned around was sat in the desk directly at the front of the classroom, Elphaba Thropp. Fiyero smiled inwardly to himself as he realised that the only spare seat was next to the mysterious emerald skinned girl. He quietly slipped down into the seat next to her and she lifted her head for a few mere seconds to acknowledge his presence before returning her attention to her notebook.
Once Dr Dillamond had begun once again droning on about something Fiyero thought was insignificant he turned to Elphaba and prodded her arm with his pencil. It seemed his attempts to capture her attention were futile though as the girl refused to look up at him.
"Elphaba," Fiyero whispered, prodding her once again.
Although she was still looking down, her eyes now boring hard into her work she forced herself to concentrate and ignore Fiyero's persistent annoyance, her facial expression turning from one of partial enjoyment to one of formidable anger and a look of frustration and displeasure.
"Elphaba," Fiyero whispered again, "Elphie, Elphie, Elphie."
"Shut up you Oz forsaken moron," Elphaba hissed at him angrily, not even looking up.
"Sorry," Fiyero apologised quietly and meaningfully, he'd clearly interrupted something that was important to her, "I just wanted to make sure that you were feeling ok today?"
"I'm fine, thank you," Elphaba said, smiling good naturedly as she calmed down, Fiyero's affections soothing her once again.
"That's good then, I was worried about you," Fiyero whispered again, leaning further over the desk so that he was in closer proximity with her.
"Fiyero," Elphaba muttered, indicating that his behaviour was inappropriate.
"I was just wondering, does this mean we are friends now?" Fiyero asked her inquisitively.
"I guess," she smiled up at him, unable to stop herself; she had been the same when Galinda had first begun to warm to her and held her hand without squealing about infection.
"Good," Fiyero smiled back.
The two were silent for a few minutes, Fiyero just watching admirably as Elphaba scrawled down notes on the Goat's every word, he figured she was a very intelligent girl, he liked that.
"I don't suppose I can give you a perky nickname like Galinda did?" Fiyero asked her teasingly.
"No," Elphaba replied sternly, signifying that Fiyero really should be quiet now.
Fiyero was silent for most of the rest of the lesson it was only when he heard Elphaba gasp slightly his ears pricked up and he looked at her curiously.
"Sorry," she apologised, turning away from him and he noticed as she winced in pain and her shoulders rose up around her neck.
"Elphaba are you ok?" Fiyero asked her nervously, she was behaving oddly.
"I'm fine," she said, clearly through gritted teeth.
Fiyero's eye then caught something glinting on the floor behind her and he bent down and picked up a metal compass used during mathematics. He looked horrified when he noticed that there was wet blood dripping from the end of it. Fiyero returned his gaze to Elphaba and noticed that there was a faint trail of a sticky red liquid running down her neck.
"Elphaba are you hurt?" he asked her, worried that she had not spoken up yet.
"No," she said although he could see her tough girl act fading once again as tears welled at the corners of her eyes.
Fiyero lifted her braid from her left shoulder and noticed that she had clearly been hit with the compass which had been thrown.
"I said I'm fine," she said angrily, snatching her braid away from him again.
Fiyero turned around to notice that Avaric was sat a couple of desks behind them and an evil smirk was plastered across his face.
"Look everybody the Artichoke now looks like a Lurlinemas tree," Avaric said loudly and as everyone acknowledged what he meant they began to laugh cruelly at Elphaba. Fiyero was astounded, completely and utterly pained and he felt like crying himself for Elphaba.
"Alright everybody quieten down," Dr Dillamond shouted over the raucous Avaric had caused, the Goat turned his head to Fiyero, "Master Tiggular would you mind escorting Miss Elphaba to the medical centre so she can get cleaned up please."
"Dr Dillamond I am fine really," Elphaba protested suddenly before Fiyero had a chance to reply.
"Miss Elphaba I will get you some notes on whatever you miss if that is what you are worried about," Dr Dillamond assured her kindly.
"Ok but I do not need an escort, I am perfectly fine by myself," Elphaba said coldly before standing up and gathering her books into her bag. Fiyero had noticed she had once again put the shields up around herself, refusing to get close to anybody out of fear of getting hurt again.
Aw, bless her, I hate hurting Elphaba and I seem to have made a habit of it, I'll try not to do it anymore! Please review!