"Today," Professor Lupin looked around the classroom, "we have a special guest. As I'm sure you know, we are not the only magical people, so today we have a friend of the Headmaster, please give her your full attention. Traditionally this class would be part of History of Magic, however…" he trailed off trying to remain polite about his ghostly colleague.

The entire class looked amused at what he wasn't saying before glancing at the door, several eyes shooting up incredulously when a woman in the flounciest, sparkliest dress many of them had ever seen glided through the door, holding the most absurdly ornate wand.

"Good morning," she trilled looking around the glass.

"Good morning," they mumbled, eyeing her with disbelief.

"My name is the Good Witch Glinda."

"Seriously?" Dean muttered from behind Hermione, making her choke on a laugh.

Remus' eyes narrowed on her in genuine surprise at her disrespect. Stifling a smirk, she raised her hand.

"Yes dear?"

"What makes you good?" Hermione checked.

Glinda faltered slightly as she eyed the girl who looked somewhat familiar. "Well dear, I was instrumental in freeing Oz from both the wicked witch of the East, and the wicked witch of the West."

"Ah,'' Hermione nodded a disbelieving look on her face, "And ah…how exactly did you do that? I was under the impression that Dorothy Gale took the credit."

"Well…I lent a hand." Glinda dismissed before she dimpled. "Or a shoe."

Hermione arched an unimpressed eyebrow. "How kind," she drawled looking pointedly at the floor near the Glinda's feet. "Your shoes?"

The rest of the class was looking at her in shock as Glinda looked distinctly uncomfortable. "We'll no. I did enchant them, however. They belonged to a classmate who…allowed me to borrow them."

"Ah, so you gave them back?"

"Unfortunately the classmate died before I could."

Hermione hummed, her face utterly blank "So you have them?"

"I'm sorry dear, I didn't get your name?"

"I didn't give it." Hermione retorted, "Now the shoes?"

Glinda blinked back at her in surprise. "Are with Miss Gale."

"Miss Granger!" Remus found his voice. "I'm surprised at you!"

"Oh, my apologies, Professor. I just wondered how someone was so good it was included in their name. Especially when others are deemed wicked."

Glinda blinked, "Well, the Wicked Witch of the East was rather overtaken with her power as governor."

"Having been utterly ruined by her father at the expense of her sister, no?" Hermione mused idly.

Glinda froze, "So they say," she hedged. "That being said, the Wicked Witch of the West's choices were…."

"Based on a wish to prevent animal cruelty and protecting their rights and ability to both speak and continue working, no? As I understand it, the Wizard of Oz and his ah...Press adviser, were morally corrupt and wished to use her magic for their own gain."

Glinda went pale, as the class gaped at her. "Who are you?"

Hermione smirked, standing gracefully, holding out her arm with a call of "Jackson."

Glinda clutched at Remus as a tiny winged monkey appeared, landing on her shoulder. "The rightful owner of those shoes," she replied, "Do see that they are returned to me. I would so hate to have to borrow mothers spell book. GaaLinda." she inclined her head as she sauntered out of the class, leaving stunned silence in her wake.