Her eyes scanned the front page of the Ozmipolitian, very little of anything worth while... A small nudge on her leg broke her focus as she reached down absentmindedly to scratch Malky's head. She flicked onto the next page, still nothing interesting. She gritted her teeth, resigned to the fact that their latest move probably hadn't made the headlines.
She was about to put the paper down when a picture caught her eye. A beautiful woman with her delicate hand in the clutches of some terribly fat older man. There was something familiar about the lady, Elphaba frowned turning to read the caption.
'The happy couple Mr and Mrs Chuffery pictured here. The Lady Glinda and...'
She stopped reading. Looking down to her old roommate's face she repressed a growl. She had warned her hadn't she! Told her to go for the brains not the money! Told her to MAKE something of herself. But no. Shown here, this waving little polished lap dog. Elphaba threw the paper down onto the floor as she got up and clutched her arms around herself.
Glinda hadn't waited. Well, she thought, neither would she. Fiyero would be here soon, let him try and fill up her heart.
But deep down, she knew that it would always belong to a spoilt little Glilikin girl with a hair like the summer sun who had stolen her humanity with a smile.