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Alona as always, was in her own little world today, she was minding her shop, her hands on autopilot, restocking some dried flowers on one of the higher shelves. This of course meant she was on a ladder, and when someone from below cleared their throat to catch her attention the barely 4,11 blonde jumped slightly and proceeded to fall from the top step.
THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST. THE WICKED SNITCH OF THE WEST. THE WICKED WITH OF THE EAST.
NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED !
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"I have good news and bad news. And it's the same news. You're going to be an Auntie."
Elphaba froze. Auntie?– That could only mean one thing… ❝ You… you’re going to be a father? ❞ She said, turning towards him. She had a very hard time thinking of her baby brother as a man taking care of an infant. The witch was a bit frightened to ask her next question. ❝ Who is… the mother…? ❞
[text] Millie. It's Junior. I'm locked out. Lemme in?
[text]: you’re lucky I love you, it’s 3 AM… [text]: I’ll be right down.
"Yero. I'm bored, Galinda is in bed with preggo fatigue, and I haven't seen any of my underground buddies since I've distanced myself from the work. That means you're the closest thing I have to a drinking buddy. Saddle up, we're getting trashed."
“Oh. Oh! Really?” He didn’t know whether to be pleased or suspicious, but his expression seemed to settle on wary surprise. “Right, okay, I’ll just fetch a coat and I’ll, uh, I’ll be along.”
He prepared to leave in haste, and with a bizarre sense of pride. Perhaps he might gain Shell’s favor yet. The trouble was that he was absolutely sure to embarrass himself if they went drinking. He had to hope that Shell wasn’t taking this as some new stratagem to cause Fiyero to suffer.
“Where are we headed?”
“Absolutely nothing that can’t be solved with me staying with my favorite sister for a few days,” he flashed that trademark grin that always seemed to get him either in and out of trouble, “-besides! I miss you!” he put his arms around her, knowing how his sister felt about hugs.
“Oh, yes. What a perfectly opportune moment for me to become your favorite sis--”
Elphaba’s sarcastic remark was cut off by this unwelcome hug, and she simply stood there with her arms at her sides, waiting for Shell to finish.
"Guess who's come to Shiz to visit his sister and is in no way broke starving or on the run from the guards!"
“Oz, Shell. What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?”
Elphaba quirks an brow at her younger brother’s entrance. She certainly hadn’t expected to see him of all people show up on campus.
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Margarethe still had a vague feeling that she was being insulted. Her lips pursed as she looked him over, gaze weighty with distrusting appraisal. ❝ How kind of you to put yourself at my service, Mister Thropp, ❞ she said, ❝ but I have no use for you. ❞
