A/N: I realized I haven't put a disclaimer up yet. So: this chapter, the two previous chapters, and literally everything else I ever have or ever will post that is filed under Wicked belongs to the wonderfully talented Gregory Maguire, and the equally wonderful creative team for the Wicked musical.

Thanks to everyone who is following this story, and shout out to Fae'sFlower for your lovely reviews. Here's a little chapter 3. Let me know what you all think?

Galinda was delighted to find her roommate gone the next morning. Of course, it unnerved her to think that the vegetable was roaming around while she was asleep, but still. It was better than having to put up with her while she got ready for the day.

Speaking of getting ready. Galinda hopped out of bed as she remembered the dress she had picked out. She was going to look just lovely today. Simply—

The blonde paused, her hand on the dress. Why wasn't it coming off the door? She tugged on the fabric again, but still it clung to the wardrobe. Galinda let go, afraid she would rip it if she tried again. Oh well. She could still wear the blue heels.

But those were stuck to the floor, and now Galinda was starting to get really upset. With a cry, she grabbed the right shoe with both hands and yanked on it, trying to free it from the floor. There was a sharp crack and she fell backward, landing on the ground. The blonde gasped. Most of the shoe was in her hand…but the heel had broken off, still stuck to the floor. Tears filled her eyes as her fingers clenched around the ruined shoe.

"Elphaba!"

But of course the green girl was gone.

Suddenly terrified, Galinda jumped up and dashed to the bathroom. All of her things seemed to be untouched. She reached a shaky hand out and grabbed a bottle of perfume. It stuck to the counter. Crying out in horror, she tried to pick up her powder. It didn't move. Neither did her shadows or blushes or any of the rest of her belongings. Sniffling, she sat back on the edge of the tub.

"What in Oz am I supposed to do now?" she asked herself, her voice thick with misery. Just then, she caught sight of her hairbrush. With a gasp, she darted forward and grabbed the brush. It came up in her hand. She squealed and hugged it to her chest, feeling that all was not quite lost.

After she had dressed—luckily, the rest of her wardrobe had been left untouched—Galinda hesitated, her hand on the door. Her roommate couldn't get away with this. Being a martyr was all good and fine, but she wasn't about to leave herself defenseless because of it. So she set down her purse and ran to Elphaba's desk. She opened the drawer and dug carefully through it, trying not to move the contents around too much. Papers, broken pens, some sealing wax…there! Galinda pulled out the jar and read the label. Sticking solution, huh? Well, that could work both ways.

Giggling to herself, the blonde opened the jar and grabbed the one of the books that lay on the desk. Let's see how much the green bean reads now.

Galinda's small act of revenge had cheered her up, but that didn't stop her from mourning her shoe. Apparently the loss was clear on her face, because her friends immediately asked her what was wrong when she sat next to them at breakfast. This time, though, Galinda took the time to look around the café before she spoke, making sure it was free of all green customers.

"It was her, of course," Galinda told her friends. "She sabotaged my belongings."

"Sabotaged?" Shenshen's hand covered her mouth. "How?"

"Sticking solution," Galinda said sadly. "She glued my dress to the wardrobe, all my perfume and makeup is stuck to the counter, and my…my shoes were glued to the floor."

"Were?" Milla asked.

"I…I tried to pull one of them up and it…snapped." All three girls gasped, their eyes widening. Galinda nodded, looking down at the table.

"What did you do?" Pfannee asked.

"I found the glue in her desk and used it on one of her books, of course."

"Oh, that'll teach that green bean from messing with other people's stuff!" Milla said indignantly.

"You have to tell someone!" Shenshen said, still staring at Galinda in horror.

"No." Pfannee's eyes were glinting. "We have to tell everyone."

More whispers followed Elphaba around that day. Despite herself, she perked her ears up to listen to a few of them.

Heard she used glue…A devilish trick…While she was sleeping…Her outfit was ruined…Poor Miss Galinda…

"Poor Miss Galinda," the green girl muttered to herself. "She just doesn't know what she's getting herself into."

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. To her extreme annoyance, the three girls that hung around Galinda showed up in her physics class. They all scowled at the sight of her, even though she was sitting in the back corner.

"I can hear you," she grumbled under her breath as the girls started whispering about her.

Finally, her last class of the day was released. She sped back up to her room, hoping that the blonde took her time before coming back to Crage Hall for the evening. The green girl hurried into her bathroom and grabbed one of her gentler oils, the kind she used on her hair. She picked up a towel and dabbed some of the oil on it, then went around and cleaned the glue off all of her roommate's possessions. Her plan had worked wonderfully. Honestly, there was no harm done—except for that one shoe, but it was Galinda's fault for yanking on the dumb thing. She had even left the hairbrush untouched. After all, she wasn't heartless.

After freeing all of the makeup and perfumes from the counter, she made her way to the dress on the wardrobe and began peeling it gently from the wood. When that was finished, she turned toward the one and a half shoes lying on the floor. She was quite tempted to just leave them there, but with a sigh she gave in and unstuck them as well. There. Now everything was back to normal—minus the random broken heel on the floor. Elphaba grinned to herself before putting the towel and her oil back. She grabbed her bag and slipped out of the room once more, intent on exploring the lesser known parts of campus before the sun went down.

"Imagine our horror when we walked in and saw her!"

Galinda cringed in sympathy for her friends. "So what's she like in class?"

"Unnerving!" Milla squeaked. "She just sits in the back, no doubt staring at all of us…"

"And she's a complete know it all," Shenshen added. "She answered almost every question the teacher asked."

Galinda silently prayed that she would never be in a class with the green freak. Having her as a roommate was bad enough. She sighed. "It's getting late. I should go."

"Back to that horrid creature?" Pfannee asked.

Galinda just shook her head. "I still need to figure out how to fix my belongings. And Oz knows what other damage she could be doing right now."

"Poor thing," Shenshen said, smiling sadly at her. Galinda tried to smile back.

"I'll see you all tomorrow," she sighed, waving as she left the courtyard and headed back to Crage Hall.

But to her surprise, the room was empty when she arrived. She walked in slowly, looking around for any sign of trouble. When nothing immediately stood out, she relaxed and crossed to her side of the room. Her brow furrowed as she ran a hand over the dress stuck to her wardrobe.

Only…it wasn't stuck anymore. The fabric rustled beneath her, swaying over the wood. Galinda turned toward what was left of her blue shoes. Sure enough, they moved when she nudged them with her foot. Could it be? The blonde rushed to the bathroom, nearly crying with relief when she picked up the closest perfume bottle. The glue was gone!

But how? Did it just wear off over time? She went back into the bedroom and crept over to Elphaba's desk. She tried to open the book she had glued together, but it stayed firmly shut. What in Oz..?

She froze as she heard footsteps approaching the door. Panic bubbled in her chest as she replaced the book and hurried over to her wardrobe.

Elphaba walked in, her nose buried in yet another book. She didn't even look up as she closed the door behind her and set her bag down on her desk. Galinda busied herself with putting the once-ruined dress back away, but then she stopped and looked at her roommate. What was she afraid of?

The blonde cleared her throat. Elphaba had settled into her corner already, and she didn't feel the need to pay her roommate any attention at the moment.

"Elphaba Thropp."

"Miss Galinda?" she sighed, lowering the book slightly.

"Do you have nothing to say for yourself?"

The green girl smirked. "Quite the contrary, actually. I have plenty of things to say for myself. That's what happens when one can think for oneself. Oh, but what would you know about that?"

Galinda opened her mouth then shut it again, knowing she had been insulted but unsure how to respond to it. She shook her head angrily, the blonde curls whipping around her face. "I meant do you have anything to say for yourself about this." She gestured to the room.

"About the room? Well now that you mention it, your half is a bit too pink for my tastes—"

"Did you ruin my possessions?" Galinda asked, pointing at her accusingly.

Elphaba raised an eyebrow, looking around. "Did I? Nothing seems to be out of order…"

"My dress was stuck to my wardrobe, I couldn't lift any of my things in the bathroom—"

"That seems like quite the dilemma, Miss Galinda. Would you like me to take a look for you?"

Galinda crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, it's fixed now."

"Oh? Then why are you bothering me about it?"

"Because you did it!"

Elphaba cackled. "Finally! I thought you'd never get to the point."

"You had no right to—"

Elphaba leapt from her bed and walked up to Galinda. The blonde broke off and trembled as her roommate towered over her.

"Let me make myself perfectly clear, Miss Galinda. This was a warning. You and your little friends are going to leave me alone, or else much worse than this will happen to you and your belongings. Understood?"

Galinda was having trouble finding her voice. Something close to a squeak came out before she resigned to simply nodding. The green girl turned away, and Galinda was relieved not to be facing those intense brown eyes anymore.

"Good," Elphaba said, walking over to her desk. Galinda flinched and backed up as her roommate reached for one of the books. "I didn't leave this here…" Her voice trailed off as she picked it up, noticing the glued pages.

The green girl spun around, drilling her eyes into the blonde. Galinda jumped, still backing away. "Miss Galinda, you look so guilty," Elphaba said slowly. The blonde could feel her heart pounding. What was that evil look in her eyes? What was she going to do?

Elphaba grinned even wider, enjoying the fear playing across her roommate's face. But instead of doing anything, she simply strode into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Galinda lowered herself onto her bed, trying to catch her breath. Elphaba came out a few minutes later, book still in hand. She stopped before setting it back on her desk, turning and smiling at the blonde as she flipped through the pages. They fluttered easily, good as new. Galinda couldn't help it. Her fingers curled into her blankets as she scowled at the green girl.

Elphaba smirked. "The first rule of battle, my dear roommate, is that you can never defeat your enemy with their own weapon." With that, she set the book down and returned to her bed, curling into the corner and burying her nose into whatever she had been reading when she first walked in.

Galinda was a little unsure of what had just happened, but she wasn't about to question it. Instead, she steadied her hands and stood, fully intent on never speaking to her roommate again.