frogcoven99
KristyB2025
And y'all are the Glindas to my Elphaba 😁
DannyYager
The Elphaba to my Nessarose

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Elphabud took his seat in his history class in the front row while Y/n sat with Galinda in the back. He glanced behind him at her, which is when she stuck her tongue out. Rolling his eyes, he faced the front of the room again.

A goat began to trot in, speaking up over the noise of students rushing in. Even while he spoke up, his voice remained smooth and calm. "Settle down, ladies and gentlemen, settle down now. I have read your most recent reports and I am amazed to report some progress," he said as he handed back the papers. "Although some of us still tend to favor from over content, Miss Gllllinda."

"Oh, actually it's Ga-linda," she corrected. "With a ga."

"Yes, of course," he said and tried again. "Gllllinda."

She huffed with an eye-roll. "Um, I don't see what the problem is. Every other professor here has been able to pronuncify my name."

Elphabud, eyes still on his own report paper, spoke up on a low tone. "Maybe the pronunciation your precious name is not the sole focus of Dr. Dillamond's live. Maybe he's not like every other professor. Maybe some of us are different."

Y/n's gaze slowly turned to him with a flirtatious smile. "It seems the artichoke is steamed ~"

Everyone began to laugh, Pfannee and ShenShen a little too loudly. Once it died down, Dr. Dillamond said, "Yes, we goats lack upper front teeth. Which accounts for the mispronunciation, Miss Gllllinda."

She rolled her eyes again, pouting. While she had her little tantrum, Dr. Dillamond took an old projector and turned it on, flipping to a slide off a rabbit and frog scientists. The other slides were relatively the same of animals contributing to society, with the last being of he himself, much younger, giving a lecture. "Some of us are different. And there was a time, before you were born, when life in Oz was different. When one could walk these halls and hear a snow leopard solving an equation. Or an antelope explicating a sonnet. So when and why...did this change?"

"From what I've read, it began with the Great Drought," Elphabud interrupted, much to ShenShen and Pfannee's annoyance.

"Um, excuse you."

"Like, raise your hand."

Although Y/n agreed with the sentiment, are leaned forward on her desk with her hands pressed together on the side of her head to listen to Elphabud's beautiful, deep, soothing voice talk about something he was so passionate about. And for a brief moment, she wished that his loathing towards her was as passionate as what she felt. With this thought, she let out a dreamy sigh.

"Precisely." He flipped through a few more slides. "Food grew scarce. When people are hungry - and angry - they begin to look for..."

Elphabud looked at his professor in empathy with his big brown eyes. "Someone to blame," he finished.

Galinda whispered to her, "A scapegoat." She smacked her arm, Galinda still giggling as she leaned back from her.

Having not heard her - or maybe just not caring - Dr. Dillamond smiled softly at the green boy who had caused so much fear on his first day. "Quite right, Mr. Elphabud."

Galinda raised her hand. "Yes, Miss Gllllinda?"

"It's Ga-linda. Ga-linda. Ga-linda!"

"We just went over this, Lindy."

"And I don't see why u can't just teach us history instead of harping on the past."

".......do you even know what history is?"

Everyone else, except for Elphabud and Y/n, murmured their agreement.

"Because we cannot escape the past. And we ignore it at our own peril. And the past helps explain our present circumstances." He clomped to the chalkboard. "For instance, if we examine this timeline -" He flipped it over, big red letters painted boldly on the timeline.

ANIMALS SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD

The class fell in silence as the doctor could only stare up at the offensive print. Y/n audibly gasped, her hands up to her mouth in horror. "Omg..."

Elphabud looked from the board to his teacher, who was still unmoving.

Finally, quietly, "Who is responsible for this?"

Nobody stood or owned up to their heinous act.

"I ASKED WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?!" he demanded, turning around. The others looked at their classmates in shock, but still, nobody.

"Very well...class dismissed."

Something knocked over, making the professor turn quickly to it. He had bumped into the table, a pot of flowers falling over. The class began to laugh, flustering him further. "I said class dismissed!"

Y/n stayed behind, nodding towards her friends that she would soon join them. Galinda shrugged and went with them. Once everyone was gone, she began to take a few steps towards the professor, where Elphabud was already picking up the flowers. "Mr. Elphabud, you don't have to -"

Y/n delicately bent over, taking the last few scattered remaining flowers.

"Thank you. You're very kind, both of you."

Elphabud took the vase and put the flowers back in, giving a small chuckle. "Not bad."

"Poppies are my favorite."

"Mine, too."

"They're nice," Y/n said, touching one of the petals.

"They keep me cheerful in these dark times."

Y/n looked back at the door, then at Elphabud, thrusting the flowers at him. "Gotta go." She grabbed her things and ran out while Elphabud, ignoring her, put the others in.

"Mr. Elphabud, please. Do likewise and join your friends," Dr. Dillamond insisted.

"Is alright. I have no friends."

"Well...maybe one."

He stopped arranging the flowers to find the goat's hoof outstretched towards him. He took it in his hands, smiling sadly at the professor.

-

Immediately after classes, Elphabud went to his private lessons with Madam Morrible. A coin sat on the table in front of him, which he looked at in apprehension.

"Eyes shut," Madam Morrible instructed. "Feet together. Toes clenched. Are your toes clenched?"

"I...think so," he replied with his eyes closed tightly.

"And picture it...are you picturing?"

He nodded wordlessly.

"Now...levitate the coin."

He inhaled, then attempted to lift the coin. But when he opened his eyes, it was still there. Aggravated, he let out a cry of frustration, slamming his fist on the table. Madam Morrible gently took his hand to comfort him. "I hear there was an unfortunate disturbance in Dr. Dillamond's class today. That must have been distressful for you."

Feeling seen, he nodded. "Someone wrote those horrendible words on purpose; for him to see! I just wish...!"

He cut himself off, making himself stop talking, until Madam Morrible pushed on, edging him further. "What? You wish what?"

"That there was something I could do! Because no one should be -!" This time, his cut-off was more abrupt.

The things in the room began to shake, the coin tottering in place. "No one should what?"

"Scorned...or laughed at...or looked down upon...or told to stop JABBERING AND BE QUIET -!" He slammed his hands against the table and the coin went flying across the room and smashed the mirror, stunning him.

Although in awe, Madam Morrible had an air that seemed to know that he was perfectly capable of this. "Remarkable. Absolutely remarkable," she whispered. "Once you learn to harness your emotions...the sky's the limit."

-

Evening came quickly. Elphabud heard the calls of a goodnight to teachers and peers. Seeing Dr. Dillamond trotting off with great speed, he called out, "Dr. Dillamond! Did you find out who -"

Not hearing him, he continued to rush away, Elphabud, curious, following him to the run-down part of the faculty housing, which he noticed was for the animal faculty. One old house had a single light on. He went to knock, but his professor's voice cut him off.

"This is much bigger than just some words on a chalkboard. We animals are now being blamed for everything that goes wrong. Forced from our jobs. Told you keep silent."

"We can still converse in private, thank Oz."

"Not after dark. Not without a speech permit."

"A dear friend of mine..." he continued until cut off.

"A deer?"

"A cow, actually. She's been speaking out at protests and recently wrote me asking to meet in a café. She said it was urgent. That day, I was shown to their non-speaking section."

"And? What did your dear friend -"

"Cow," a squirrel and frog simultaneously corrected.

"What did she tell you?"

"She never showed. And no one's seen her since."

A dreadful silence followed, Elphabud being able to peek in at what looked like a congregational meeting with Dr. Dillamond as the pastor.

"Yesterday, a badger acquaintance - a solicitor - was sacked. Just for arguing his case!"

"Who?"

"At least he can still argue."

"What do you mean?"

The professor took a few blows from his pipe.

Dr Dillamond:
I've heard of an ox,
A professor from Quox,
No longer permitted to teach
Who has lost all powers of speech

The animals talked amongst themselves, shaken by the revolation.

Dr. Dillamond:
And an Owl in Munchkin Rock
A vicar with a thriving flock
Forbidden to preach
Now he only can screech
Only rumors, but still enough to give pause
To anyone with paws
Something bad is happening in Oz...

Animals:
Something bad happening in -

"That's it! I'm leaving Oz!" the leopard exclaimed. "While I can still speak the word goodbye."

"Leave Oz?!"

Elphabud stepped back as images flashed through his mind.

-

Animals were locked in cages, looking out mournfully with no clothes. The only words they could speak were the barnyard sounds of uncouth beasts.

-

He backed up, gasping loudly. The animals heard, quieting quickly. Dr. Dillamond stuck his head out, finding the green boy there. "Mr. Elphabud! What are you doing here?"

He tried to answer, but he gestured him inside quickly, the other animals having run away. "Dr. Dillamond, what you were describing just now...could it really happen."

"It is happening," he said solemnly. "If you make it discouraging enough, you can keep anyone silent."

"Dr. Dillamond, if animals are losing the ability to speak, leaving Oz, then someone's got to tell the Wizard," Elphabud insisted.

"Listen to me. You cannot tell another soul what you heard here tonight."

"But that's why we have a Wizard."

Elphabud:
So nothing bad...

"Perhaps you're right."

Dr. Dillamond, Elphabud:
Nothing all that bad

Dr. Dillamond:
Nothing truly BAAAAA -

He coughed, clearing his throat. "Sorry...must be catching a cold..."

He nodded, unconvinced. "Oz bless you, Dr. Dillamond," he said before stepping out into the dark. Alone, he sighed.

Elphabud:
It couldn't happen here...
In Oz...

-

Elphabud kept looking around him on his way back to the dorm, the wind setting an ominous backdrop. Once he heard hooves clomping towards him, he knew for sure somebody else was with him. He looked up to see a horse running directly at him. He jumped away and the rider forced the horse to a stop, who protested, "I didn't see him!"

"Neither did I." A handsome blond jumped off his horse and ran over. "I'm sorry, sir, we didn't -" Seeing the green on the boy, he stopped in surprise. "...see you, you must've...blender in with the foliage."

He offered his hand, but Elphabud jumped up himself, breathing his cloak off. "Is this how you go through like?! Running amok, nearly trampling anyone in your path?!"

"Well sometimes I'm asleep," he joked, but Elphabud groaned.

"Here we go...no, I'm not seasick."

"Me either."

"No, I didn't eat grass as a child."

"Oh, you didn't? I did."

"And yes, I've always been green."

"And the defensiveness, is that a recent development?"

He ignored the smart-ass reply and turned away with dignity.

"I'm off for more trampling," he called after him. "May we offer you a ride?"

Without looking back or stopping, he replied, "Get stuffed."

The blonde chuckled, impressed. "Well Feldspur," he said to the horse, "we've been spurred. I guess there's a first for everything." He remounted on and rode off.