"Come on...Come on..." Glinda's usually perfectly placed curls were falling in her face and her usual bubble dress had been abandoned for a simpler white frock. Pushing her hair out of her face, she feverishly scanned the pages of the tomb in front of her. The ancient pages she had once turned with the most gentle of touches were splayed open in front of the blonde. With a growl of frustration she slammed the book shut and sunk to the ground. Though her eyes were dry, tear marks trailed down her flushed cheeks and her hands shook. Gritting her teeth Glinda threw the ridiculously oversized wand across the room, not caring what happened to it. It wasn't as if it was going to do anything anyway. The stupid wand was only for show; she'd never been able to use any real semblance of magic even with the Grimmerie at her disposal. The clattering of the wand was suddenly muffled as a dark piece of cloth fell from the cabinet it had it. New tears began threatening to dampen her cheeks. The hat. The hideodious hat that had started the whole thing, and was now one of the few things left from a bygone era. She was never coming back, and there was nothing Glinda could do to bring her back. Slowly the worn-out ruler got to her feet. Wrapping her arms around herself, she shakily made her way towards the fallen hat. Kneeling down she reached out a delicate hand and gently stroked the worn, black fabric. Glinda sighed softly, a quiet sob hitched in her throat. With one hand she pushed her tired form off the floor, and with the other she plucked the forlorn hat from its spot on her discarded wand. Clutching the fabric close to her heart she returned to her spot in front of the aged tome. Halfheartedly Glinda let the book fall open on the table once again. She pushed a stray curl behind her ear and peered at the indecipherable writings in the ancient pages. Her brow furrowed as her lips tried to form a string of words under her trailing finger. As she completed the line a quiet whisper tickled her ear. Turning quickly in an attempt to find the voice, the world began to spin and Glinda found herself falling to the the ground as a pale fog enveloped her fallen form. When she woke up next, she found herself, not in her private office, but in an all too familiar dorm room: a frilly pink bed on her left and the sound of university girls giggling in the hallway. "What in Oz' name? How did I end up at Shiz?" She pushed herself to her knees and looked around. That was her bed, and her shoes, and her overstuffed closet. "Is this a dream? It feels so real..." Her legs shook as she stood up and a wave of nausea hit, causing her to double over and lean on the bedpost for support. Glinda's tired curls bounced halfheartedly as she shook her head in an attempt to clear it. "Not a dream. Definitely not," she muttered as the room began to spin again forcing Glinda to the bed. Raising a hand to her pounding head, she blinked, and the next second she had collapsed on the empty bed.
