At times you want to bring it all out, on people who have wronged you. But it's too difficult to show them what they are and how it effects our sanity. May be it's how things are meant to be, may be we are all destined to suffer and fall so that we stand stronger against the wrongs. #society#wicked#hurt
Wicked Hogwarts (Being a fanfic mashup of Wicked and Harry Potter)
The last thing she remembers is water. Lots of it. On her face, cascading down her long black dress and nearly burning the hue of her skin. That bitch of a child has splashed her. Of all the gall. And all over a broom. She hadnt been particularly satisfied with it lately, but to be honest, she hadn't been happy with anything in recent years. Still, to be splashed in the face because some teenage wench wanted her broom.
No one will ever take my broom again, she thinks, as darkness overtakes her and she dissolves into the floor. She feels herself coming apart, seperating, melting, and she wonders if this is death or whether the child had mastered her own set of curses. Or maybe it's that damned wizard. He had sent the girl after the broom, Elphaba reasoned. He always lacked the courage to face her himself, the charlatan. But these thoughts do not matter now for she is dying. Ding! Dong! The witch is dead. And then there is nothing. Absolute darkness. Complete silence. In the merry old land of Oz, the wicked witch of the west is no more.
Chapter 1: Elphaba Awakes
Elphaba awakes. Her dark eyes seek the light again. Am I not water, she ponders. Am I not nothingness. Dead. Dispatched. Deceased. Am I in the halls of what comes after death? It's a castle to be sure. But not her castle. It's too quiet. No winkie guards. No chattering monkeys. Just an empty hall. There are signs interspersed on the walls though. Declarations of some kind. Rules and edicts. She notices they haven't been signed by the wizard. Instead they bear the mark of someone called The High Inquisitor. She imagines the title is something similar to "The Great and Powerful" that buffoon of a wizard used back in the emerald city.
She pulls her long cape about her and adjusts the black pointed hat on her head. Just what she needs. Another lunatic wizard. Standing in the middle of the hall she wonders if perhaps she's dreaming. Maybe the little miss with the water bucket just subdued her and the Wizard's technicians are now experimenting with her head. Giving her a mental rearranging to keep her in line.
"I wouldn't stand there if I were you," a voice says from above her. Startled, she looks up to see a transparent man with a nearly decapitated head floating there.
"What did you say?"
He clears his throat and pulls at his moustache so he can be heard more clearly. "I said, Professor, you shouldn't be standing there where you are."
"And why is that?" Elphaba asked.
He gave a little know-it-all chuckle. "Because classes are getting ready to let out...right about...um...now."
Suddenly, all the doors in the hall are thrown open, and out spills forth the most horrible, terrifying thing she can imagine. She nearly screams in her fright, as the vermin scurry out and around her, scattering in all directions, chittering away madly so much it makes her head hurt. Children. Oh how she loathes them. This must be what the religious leaders back in Oz called hell, or at the very least, purgatory.
A woman walks out of a classroom, ushering some of these kids along. "Now, now, on to your next class, students," she says.
Class? Students? I'm in a school? The last time she'd be in school was the university in Shiz. And that's one experience she doesn't care to repeat. Some of her classmates had been so mean. Others had been tolerable, but still uncomfortable at times.
The woman, who is dressed in a long colorful shift with a tall pointed hat not unlike her own, sees Elphaba. She stops a moment, perhaps startled by her emerald green skin, but then smiles graciously and comes towards her.
"Good morning," she greets. "I am Professor McGonagall. You must be the visiting professor that Dumbledore told us about. I am so honored to meet a wizard of your experience and stature. I hope we can learn much from you in your time here."
The green witch, draped all in black, tries hard to muster a smile, but it feels like her face will crack in doing so. "I'm no wizard, I'm a witch, and I have not met a Dimbledore as of yet."
"Dumbledore," Minerva gently corrects. "I can have one of our students take you to his office, if you wish."
"Yes," Elphaba curtsies, though she doubts this is the proper thing to do. "Perhaps that would be best. I'm a little confused about why I am here."
"As I am, as well," Professor McGonagall. "It is awful late in the year for a new teacher. What is your speciality, dear?"
"I piss people off," Elphaba says, half in jest while knowing it's also true.
The Professor laughs so hard her hat nearly tumbles off her head. Some of the students have stopped and are staring. "No doubt. I look forward to that." She turns and looks at a small grouping of students who have just emerged from class. "Miss Granger," she calls to one of them.
A girl with brown mousey hair breaks away from the group and comes over. "Yes, Professor," the girl chirps happily, seemingly eager to please.
"Would you be so kind as to show Professor...." Minerva hesitates. She doesn't know the name of the witch, she realizes.
"Elphaba," the visitor replies.
"Professor Elphaba," the girl replies, smiling so brightly that Elphaba doesn't know whether to smile back or get sick to the stomach.
"Yes, I should have known that," McGonagall says, trying to save face that she didn't know the new faculty's name. "Elphaba. From...?"
"The Vinkus," she replies proudly, but after seeing the confused looks on both Professor and student, adds, "You know, Winkie Country."
"I see," McGonagall replies, but Elphaba knows she doesn't see at all. What is going on here? With all the political upheaval going on in Munchkinland and on the Vinkus border, there's no way they can not have heard of it.
"I was born in Gilliken however. Attended the University at Shiz."
"Ah, Dear Old Shiz," the older professor says, to which Elphaba brightens.
"Oh, you do know it?"
"Not personally, but I have heard it mentioned on occasion. Dumbledore has been there, I heard tell." She looks at the waiting student. "Miss Granger, would you please show Miss Elphaba to Albus' office?"
Hermione looks at her strangely. "Um, Professor, remember he is gone from Hogwarts for the time being."
"Oh, that's right, how silly of me. Well, in that case, I guess she'll have to see, um.. Umbridge, since Dolores is High Inquisitor now." She scowls. "And since she is removing teachers right and left, I can only assume she will choose who you are replacing, or working alongside, during your visit. I assume you are here as an intern?"
"I assume, " Elphaba says flatly.
"Well, at any rate, on behalf of the faculty, welcome to Hogwarts. I am sure you will be a valuable asset to our school."
"Thank you. It is a pleasant surprise to be here." She doesn't say anything about what the alternative is. Here or Purgatory doesn't offer a very big menu of options.