A/N: So sorry again, for missing a day, I literally fell asleep while writing, this has been quite a stressful two weeks for me :/
Elphaba nearly dropped the book she had been holding.
"In Oz' name, Fiyero, is this going to become a habit of yours? You scared the living daylights out of me!"
"I'm sorry, you're just always so engulfed in those books, I really don't know how else to approach you."
He looked a little sheepish and Elphaba felt herself blush ever so slightly.
This was a pesky new habit of hers!
"Well, do you need any help with the books now?", Fiyero asked and Elphaba focused back on the problem at hand.
"Indeed, I need to work through every single ones of these books to find out more about a holiday called Christmas."
"What-mas?"
"Christmas. It seems to be an otherworldly celebration that is strikingly similar to Lurlinemas.
In fact, someone who doesn't know much about Lurlinemas traditions, probably won't even recognise the difference."
"This sounds like it could work. What are the required customs?"
"So far I have found out that there are specific ornaments as well, a Christmas tree, for instance, and 'mistletoe', the equivalent to the Ozian snow trumpets.
And one gives presents to each other on Christmas Day as well."
"What about the food?"
"I haven't found anything very specific yet so I suppose we can act a little more freely on that subject."
"So what is the plan then?"
Elphaba realised that she hadn't really thought about an actual plan yet, it was more of an idea so far.
"We could...have a Christmas Ball, instead of the cancelled Lurlinemas Ball."
She paused, before carefully adding, "without Madame Morrible knowing about it."
Fiyero laughed a little.
"Oh my, Elphaba Thropp, what are these rebellious plans I'm witnessing here?"
She gave him a swat on the arm.
"Don't mock me! I'm just not really used to breaking the rules, except for that one time, you know, the lion cub", she admitted and he smiled warmly.
"That was pretty freaky, yet adorable, to be honest."
Elphaba tried to ignore the strong palpitation that followed his sentence.
"I am many things but 'adorable' certainly isn't one of them", she said non-chalantly and fiddled around with the book in her hands.
"Anyway, we need to think of a way to lure Madame Morrible away on the day before the ball and get her to stay away until the day after it."
"What about the other teachers?"
"Believe me, they are about as fond of the dear headmistress as any of us."
"Well then, get the old fish out of the way and we should be set."
"Easier to say than to do. But what you can do is starting to spread the news around the students.
Make sure the suck ups don't go running to Madame Morrible ratting us out.
Don't even hesitate to threaten them, noting can keep this ball from happening anymore!"
"I must say, I'm really into your new revolutionary attitude. You should break the rules more often."