Chapter Two
SHIZ'S BRIGHTEST TOUR

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Drusilla tightened her grip on the reins of both Felsville and Nyx, gently pulling them to the side as Fiyero prepared for his grand, ever-dramatic entrance.

The Shiz students, who had been milling about aimlessly, seemed to sense the Tigelaar presence and immediately parted to form a clear path. Whispers rippled through the crowd as they giggled and whispered to one another, some subtly adjusting their clothes in an attempt to appear more flattering. Drusilla couldn't help but give them a quick, judgmental glance. None of them had quite the effect they hoped for.

Fiyero basked in the attention, clearly enjoying the moment as he strode down the path. Meanwhile, Drusilla, who had seen this all too many times, sighed and steered Nyx and Felsville forward, unbothered by the group of students now whispering about her brother and her every move. She was used to it, of course, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

Then, a boy who appeared to be completely oblivious to the fact that he was blocking the way stood in front of a large, weathered University map, his arms raised dramatically as if giving a speech. "Enroll here often?" he asked in a tone that Drusilla could only describe as pathetic, but not entirely unfunny.

Fiyero, never one to miss a chance to show off, arched an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly, giving the boy his full attention. "Could we ask you something?" he inquired, a playful edge to his voice.

The boy's eyes widened with surprise before he nodded enthusiastically, practically bouncing on his heels. "Anything—anything you want," he stammered, clearly not expecting such a direct response.

Drusilla couldn't help but roll her eyes. Of course, Fiyero was eating it up. She shifted in the saddle, her gaze flickering to Nyx, who appeared equally unimpressed with the display.

Without missing a beat, Drusilla offered a tight-lipped smile and leaned forward slightly, her voice cool and unamused. "Move out of the way."

She didn't wait for a response. With a swift nudge of her heels, she guided Nyx forward, effortlessly slipping past the group of students. Felsville and Nyx followed, but Drusilla made sure to keep her pace steady, not bothering to look back at the fumbling boy or his friends.

The boy, now completely flustered, stood frozen for a moment, staring after Drusilla in a daze. But Fiyero, still grinning like an idiot, tossed a casual wave over his shoulder as if to acknowledge his own role in the brief encounter.

The boy, realizing just how much he had been outclassed in that moment, chuckled nervously. "Absolutely, yeah. That's anything," he muttered under his breath, stepping aside quickly to allow them to pass. His smile was strained, and the other students, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, let out a collective snicker, clearly entertained by the unexpected interruption.

Drusilla, now ahead of them, couldn't resist a small smirk as she heard Fiyero call out to the boy once more, his tone lighthearted but ever so teasing. "See? That wasn't so hard, now, was it?"

As Fiyero followed her, still basking in the attention, Drusilla let out a long, exasperated sigh. "And there he goes, again." She muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the now-empty space behind them. The boy had already disappeared into the crowd, his awkward smile replaced by a self-conscious expression.

Fiyero, too busy with his own amusement to catch the quiet comment, turned to Drusilla with a grin that could only be described as smug. "Come on, Drusilla. You're just jealous of my charm," he teased.

She couldn't help but snort in response. "Hardly. If that's charm, I think I'll pass."

Fiyero shot her a playful look but said nothing more as they continued their search for the offices on the Shiz University map.

   Suddenly, Drusilla's attention was pulled away from the incessant clicking of heels. She turned her head, her gaze landing on a blonde girl in a bright pink dress that stopped just above her knees. The girl was strutting confidently in their direction, but Drusilla knew instantly that her focus wasn't on her. No, this one was heading straight for Fiyero.

   "Are you looking for something? Or..." The girl trailed off, leaning back to flip her blonde hair dramatically over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with purpose. "Someone?"

   Drusilla let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling her eyes at the display. She already knew what was coming. This was exactly the kind of drama queen her brother always sought out, and now she was going to have to endure the performance.

   Great.

   "No, we were..." Fiyero began, his voice trailing off as his gaze shifted to Drusilla's shoulder. The moment he caught sight of the girl, his face lit up with a grin, completely distracted. His usual confident posture shifted into something more playful as he shrugged sheepishly, clearly not too concerned with the original conversation anymore. "What was I doing?"

   The girl's lips curled into a sly smirk as she took a step closer, her eyes sparkling with playful arrogance. "How would I know that?" she teased, a challenge lacing her tone. The princess caught the slight glint of mischief in the girl's eyes as she spoke, and something about the interaction made her feel like she was watching a carefully rehearsed performance.

   Fiyero, ever the performer, leaned in just a little bit, letting his expression drop into a mock-serious frown. "Ah, our first fight," he said dramatically, as though the world had just shifted on its axis. The words hung in the air like an invitation, his gaze never leaving the girl's face, clearly waiting for her to bite.

   Drusilla couldn't help but roll her eyes again, muttering under her breath as she watched the scene unfold. "Of course," she said, not bothering to hide her exasperation. It was the same routine every time, and she was already certain that she was about to see it all play out again.

"Hmm," the girl hummed thoughtfully, spinning on her heel to face the other side of the board. Drusilla watched, her eyes narrowing slightly, as Fiyero grinned at her and followed after the blonde. She let out a deep sigh, her head falling heavily against the board with an audible thud.

She could already tell how this was going to play out.

"Still here?" The girl's voice floated over, and Drusilla could practically hear the smugness in her tone, even though she wasn't facing her.

Fiyero's voice rang out, his response casual but clearly aware of the situation. "Yep, still here."

Drusilla could hear the soft rustling of pages as the girl flipped through the book, her fingers moving over the pages in a way that made it obvious she was simply pretending to be interested. Drusilla rolled her eyes, barely able to hide her frustration as she listened in. "Well, I promised to give a guided tour to any recently arrived students, so..."

The blonde twirled back around, her eyes locking onto Fiyero as she spun, clearly pleased with herself for making such an impression. Drusilla, still leaning against the board, crossed her arms, waiting patiently for the inevitable scene to play out.

"Wait, are you a recently arrived student?" The girl asked, her voice high-pitched and full of feigned innocence. It was like she was playing a part, making herself the center of attention, as if everything was a game to her.

"We both are," Drusilla grumbled, her voice laced with a mix of annoyance and exhaustion. She shook her head, fingers running through her hair as she tried to calm herself. She wasn't sure why she even bothered—Fiyero always got caught up in this kind of thing. It wasn't the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

The girl flashed Fiyero another radiant smile, obviously pleased by the revelation. She turned back to Drusilla, offering a soft smile, but it was nothing like the flirtatious grin she had directed at her brother. The smile wasn't cold, but there was something almost dismissive about it, as if Drusilla wasn't worth the same level of attention.

"Oh, I didn't know," the blonde said sweetly, her eyes glancing over to Drusilla for a moment before her gaze returned to Fiyero.

Drusilla caught the slight shift in the girl's tone, the way her attention kept veering back toward Fiyero, as if Drusilla was simply an afterthought. Her frustration deepened. She could already tell that the girl was going to play this game of flirtation to the fullest. Her brother wouldn't stand a chance, and neither would she, not when it was clear that the blonde had her sights set on him.

Drusilla couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Of course, this is how it always goes." She knew better than to expect anything different. Fiyero was always the center of attention, and no matter how much she rolled her eyes, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance each time someone like this girl showed up.

   "No, I'm not sure I'll last longer at this school than any of the others," Fiyero said, flashing a smug grin as he leaned back against the board beside his younger sister, his posture casual and almost too confident.

   Drusilla tensed at the sudden, almost imperceptible touch. She could feel the girl's fingers brush against her torso as she moved, a soft and fleeting contact that, despite its subtlety, sent an unexpected warmth running through her. It was as if the touch had been deliberate, but the girl seemed unaware of the effect it had, placing her hand between the siblings and standing directly in front of Fiyero. "But... I wasn't at any of your other schools."

   "So you think," Drusilla muttered under her breath, her voice edged with a quiet bitterness.

   She had encountered countless girls like this at every school they'd been to. Each time Fiyero made a misstep or drew too much attention, they were forced to leave, and each time there was always some new, shiny blonde girl ready to latch onto him like some kind of prize. Drusilla had grown tired of it long ago, but something about this girl—this one with the bright smile and golden hair—was different.

   There was a certain way she carried herself, a quiet assurance, but Drusilla wasn't about to let that faze her.

   The girl, seemingly undisturbed by Drusilla's glare, hummed softly and shrugged her shoulders in a carefree manner before turning to walk away. In that moment, a gust of wind swept through the campus, causing her hair to billow around her like some perfectly executed scene from a play. It was as if the wind itself had decided to add to the girl's charm, sweeping her locks in a way that was effortlessly beautiful.

   Drusilla couldn't help but admit, albeit begrudgingly, that the girl had undeniably stunning hair, gleaming under the sun as if it had been spun from threads of gold.

   As the girl walked away, Drusilla shared a look with Fiyero, the older Tigelaar giving her that familiar, knowing grin. Drusilla, unable to suppress her irritation, rolled her eyes. "Pathetic," she muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she watched the girl disappear into the distance.

   Fiyero didn't answer, his smile widening slightly in that infuriating way that only he could manage. He seemed utterly unconcerned by his sister's disdain. "Pathetic, huh?" he said with that too-casual tone, almost as if he were proud of it. "But you know she's not wrong."

   Drusilla gave him a look, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

   He chuckled and turned back toward the blonde girl, clearly undeterred by Drusilla's annoyance. "I'm just making sure I'm not the only one who enjoys the view," he said, his grin widening.

   Drusilla huffed, her arms crossing as she rolled her eyes again, this time unable to hide her amusement. "Of course you are."

   And just like that, she knew she had no choice but to follow along. The tour, much to her dismay, was something she was also required to attend. She could feel the girl's presence lingering in her mind, that quiet warmth still radiating from the brief touch. She was already more affected by the encounter than she cared to admit.

   As the three of them began walking across the campus, Drusilla kept her distance, but her gaze frequently flickered to the blonde girl ahead. There was something in the way she moved, a confidence in her step, that seemed to draw Drusilla's eyes no matter how hard she tried to resist. Fiyero, blissfully unaware of his sister's inner turmoil, followed the girl with an almost exaggerated enthusiasm, clearly enjoying the attention.

   Drusilla sighed, shaking her head, knowing this was going to be yet another school full of attention-hungry blondes—and yet, for some reason, this one felt different.

   She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but Drusilla had a sinking feeling that this was only the beginning.

"And this is the, uh... the book place," Blondie announced dramatically as she swept into the library, her heels clicking against the polished floor. The Tigelaar siblings followed close behind, though Drusilla lagged a step, already dreading whatever was about to come out of Galinda's mouth next.

Galinda—Miss Upland of the upper Uplands, as she had tirelessly reminded them throughout the tour—had spent the entire walk weaving tales of her social exploits and connections. Drusilla swore she could recite the girl's life story verbatim at this point. Fiyero, predictably, seemed amused, offering his usual half-smirks and occasional witty remarks to encourage her. Drusilla, on the other hand, spent most of the tour rolling her eyes and wondering how many times she could get away with sighing before it became too obvious.

"There's a collection of rare books around here somewhere," Galinda continued, her voice lilting as she gestured vaguely toward the endless rows of shelves. "And some medium rare as well."

Drusilla stopped in her tracks, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose as though that might somehow alleviate the headache this girl was giving her. Medium rare books? She shot a look at Fiyero, who merely shrugged with a grin, clearly entertained by the absurdity.

"Well, there are so many to choose from," Fiyero finally said, his tone teasing but nonchalant, as if he didn't find her comment nearly as ridiculous as Drusilla did. He leaned closer toward Blondie, his posture practically oozing smugness.

"Right," Galinda replied, nodding as though he'd just said something profound. She lingered in front of him for a moment longer, her eyes practically sparkling, before flipping her perfectly coiffed hair with a practiced motion. She turned and began sauntering deeper into the library, clearly expecting them to follow.

As Galinda moved, her departure revealed a familiar woman seated at one of the tables nearby. She had a stern air about her, her glasses perched low on her nose as she examined a massive tome. Fiyero, ever the charmer, gave her a small wave. The woman glanced at him briefly, unimpressed, before returning to her reading without so much as a nod.

Drusilla stepped closer to her brother, lowering her voice. "Ouch," she muttered, her lips twitching into a brief smirk before she turned and followed Galinda.

The library itself was stunning, easily the most beautiful room Drusilla had seen since their arrival at Shiz. The shelves stretched impossibly high, their tops curving into ornate arches that seemed to blend seamlessly with the ceiling. A few shelves were circular, spiraling upward in elegant designs, with rolling ladders affixed to their bases. Light poured through massive stained-glass windows, casting golden patterns across the polished wood floors. For once, Drusilla's mask of indifference slipped as her lips parted slightly in awe.

"Great, isn't it?" Galinda's voice broke through her thoughts, soft and startlingly close. Drusilla flinched, her breath hitching as she felt the warmth of Galinda's breath against her ear. The blonde's proximity, combined with the casual intimacy of the moment, sent an unexpected shiver down Drusilla's spine. She stepped back instinctively, her cheeks warming against her will.

"Uh, sure," Drusilla managed to reply, her voice awkward and strained as she tried to gather her composure. She cleared her throat, turning her attention back to the shelves as though they were the most fascinating thing in the world.

Galinda, for her part, seemed entirely unfazed by Drusilla's reaction. She merely smiled, a faint, curve of her lips that Drusilla didn't dare glance at.

"So, what do you do for fun around here?" Fiyero's voice broke through the hushed quiet of the library as he sauntered back over to Drusilla and Galinda, his ever-present grin firmly in place.

"Oh, nothing," Galinda replied airily, her heels clicking sharply as she fell into step beside him. The sound reverberated off the high ceilings, earning a few annoyed glances from students seated at nearby tables. Either oblivious or indifferent to the attention, she flicked her hair over her shoulder and continued, "At least, nothing till now. Although..." She lowered her voice slightly, as if about to reveal the greatest secret. "There is the Ozdust Ballroom, but—"

"Have you ever been?" Fiyero interrupted, his tone playful as he arched a brow.

Galinda's lips parted, her expression turning scandalized. "I mean, isn't that place... somewhat illegal?" Her voice dropped dramatically, as though simply speaking the words could get her into trouble. "And scandalacious," she added, drawing out the word as if savoring its forbidden nature.

"It's both of those things," Fiyero admitted, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, charming murmur. "But it's also not far from here."

Galinda tilted her head, clearly enjoying the exchange. She feigned a thoughtful expression, tapping her chin with a perfectly manicured finger. Her lips curved into a sly smile, hinting that she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea.

Drusilla rolled her eyes from where she stood slightly behind them, leaning against one of the library's towering bookshelves. She crossed her arms over her chest, muttering under her breath, "This is painful to watch."

Before Galinda could respond, a loud thud echoed through the library, shattering the charged silence. Heads turned toward the source of the commotion—a redheaded boy had fallen from his chair, his books and papers scattered in a chaotic mess on the floor.

"Whoa!" Fiyero exclaimed, his brows lifting in surprise.

Drusilla's attention snapped to the boy. Without hesitation, she pushed off the bookshelf and crossed the room in a few quick strides. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice softening with concern as she crouched beside him. She began gathering the boy's books, her movements careful and deliberate.

The boy's face burned red as he fumbled to collect his scattered belongings. He nodded quickly, though he didn't meet her gaze. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," he mumbled.

Drusilla straightened, the corners of her mouth quirking into a small, reassuring smile. "Here," she said, extending a hand to him. "Let me help you up."

The boy hesitated, glancing nervously between her outstretched hand and the floor. Finally, he took it, allowing her to pull him to his feet. He dusted himself off hurriedly, still avoiding her eyes. "Thanks," he muttered, clutching his books to his chest.

"It happens," Drusilla said simply, brushing off the moment as though it were no big deal.

Meanwhile, Fiyero had sidled up beside his sister, his grin widening. "Fiyero and Drusilla Tigelaar."

The boy's gaze flicked toward Drusilla, his expression softening into a shy smile. She returned it with a small wave before turning back to her brother, only to find him glancing over his shoulder at Galinda.

"Winky country," Fiyero remarked with a hint of amusement.

"Oh... Oz," Galinda murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as her gaze darted between the siblings.

"Boq Woodsman," the boy introduced himself with a polite nod, a warm smile lighting up his face. Drusilla noticed his eyes flick briefly to Galinda before he stepped onto a precariously balanced pile of books she'd just helped him organize, clearly trying to add a few inches to his height. "Of Munchkinland."

"Great!" Galinda exclaimed, her voice bright and overly enthusiastic. Fiyero chuckled under his breath, clearly entertained by the exchange, but before he could say anything more, Galinda grabbed his wrist and began pulling him away. Not forgetting her duty as their tour guide, she grasped Drusilla's arm as well, tugging her along as if she might wander off if left behind.

"Excuse me. Good to know," Galinda called over her shoulder to Boq in a rushed breath. Then, with her attention now solely on Fiyero, she leaned in closer, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial tone. "Now, what were you saying again? About the Ozdust Ballroom?"

They hadn't made it far when Boq suddenly reappeared beside them, his pace quick and determined. "Unfortunately," he began, slightly out of breath, "it's against Shiz rules to go into town after dark."

Fiyero only grinned at this, clearly unfazed. In one smooth motion, he slung an arm around both students, pulling them in close. His grip on Galinda's waist was deliberate, earning a soft gasp from her in response. "I see that, once again, the responsibility to corrupt my fellow students falls to me," he said with mock gravity, his tone dripping with playful defiance.

Drusilla groaned, rolling her eyes as she disentangled herself from his grasp. "Perhaps it shouldn't," she snapped, her voice dry and exasperated. She folded her arms across her chest, leveling her brother with a pointed look. "You do remember why we've been kicked out of so many schools, don't you?"

Fiyero only shrugged, his grin widening. "All part of the charm, little sister."

   "Uh, excuse me," Fiyero interrupted with a grin as he swiped a book from the top of a towering stack, sending the rest tumbling to the floor with a loud crash. The startled student who owned the pile looked helplessly at the mess, while Boq crouched down to help collect the fallen books. Before he could retrieve a single one, Fiyero planted his foot firmly on top of the pile, halting Boq's movement with a shake of his head.

   "The trouble with schools," Fiyero began, his tone casual and cocky, "is they always try to teach the wrong lesson."

   Drusilla closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Here we go," she muttered under her breath, dreading the inevitable scene her brother was about to make. She watched in growing mortification as Fiyero swung an arm around Galinda, pulling her close as he held the stolen book in front of her like it was a prize. Then, without hesitation, he flung it over his shoulder.

   The loud thud of the book hitting the floor reverberated through the library, earning disapproving glances from nearby students.

   Drusilla winced.

   As if the noise wasn't enough, Fiyero leapt into the air, executing a flawless flip that landed him squarely on his feet. The room erupted into murmurs of awe and surprise. Feeding off the attention, Fiyero grabbed another book from an unsuspecting student and kicked it across the room with a flourish. "Believe me," he continued with a self-assured grin, "I've been kicked out of enough schools to know."

   Drusilla turned away, her cheeks burning with secondhand embarrassment as Fiyero strutted across the library like it was his personal stage. Meanwhile, Galinda and Boq had slid onto a nearby table, their wide-eyed expressions caught somewhere between admiration and disbelief. Fiyero gestured dramatically to his impromptu audience.

   "They want you to be less callow, less shallow," he proclaimed, pausing for effect. "But I say: why invite stressing?"

   While the rest of the library seemed captivated by her brother's antics, Drusilla took the opportunity to slip away. She spotted the woman they'd encountered the night before sitting at a table near the back of the library, her attention focused on a book despite the chaos unfolding around her. Drusilla hesitated for a moment before making her way over.

   "Mind if I sit?" she asked quietly, her voice cutting through the low hum of whispers and gasps from the spectators.

   The woman glanced up, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly as she flicked a glance toward Fiyero, who was now basking in the applause of a small group of students. "Not impressed by your brother's theatrics?" she asked, her tone dry but not unkind.

   Drusilla chuckled softly, some of the tension in her shoulders easing. "After living with him for the past eighteen years, I think I've built up a tolerance."

   The woman tilted her head slightly, considering Drusilla for a moment before gesturing to the chair beside her. "Suit yourself."

   Grateful for the reprieve, Drusilla slid into the seat, folding her hands in her lap. She hesitated briefly, then offered a small smile. "I'm Drusilla, by the way."

   "I—I know," the woman replied, her voice quieter now. The response caught Drusilla off guard, and she felt an unexpected warmth bloom in her cheeks. She suddenly felt self-conscious, unsure how to navigate the moment. Small talk had never been her forte.

   "It's nice to meet you," the woman continued after a beat, her voice softening. "I'm Elphaba."

   Drusilla's smile deepened, more genuine now. "What a beautiful name," she said earnestly, and for once, the words didn't feel rehearsed or forced. There was something about Elphaba—her calm, focused demeanor, the way she seemed so unfazed by the noise around them—that drew Drusilla in. The usual weight of social expectations felt distant, irrelevant.

   Elphaba's lips curved slightly, her expression unreadable but not unkind. "Thank you," she said simply, her voice steady. "And this is my sister Nessarose."

"Wonderful to meet you both," Drusilla said, her smile brighter than she thought possible. It wasn't something she often felt natural doing—smiling this freely—but there was something about the moment, about Elphaba's quiet intrigue, that made her forget herself. She was pulled from the moment when a loud burst of laughter echoed through the library, her gaze snapping to where Fiyero was now perched on a ladder, teetering precariously as he gestured dramatically to his audience. 

The crowd around him had grown, students drawn in by his antics as though he were a magnet for chaos. He swung from one ladder to another, a daring leap that caused a collective gasp before he landed perfectly, a smug grin plastered across his face. 

"Is he always like this?" Elphaba asked, her tone wry but edged with genuine curiosity. 

Drusilla let out a small sigh, crossing her arms as she watched him perform. "Most of the time, yes," she admitted, her voice carrying both fondness and frustration. "But... he has a different side to him. One not many people ever see." 

Elphaba scoffed lightly, her lips quirking as she raised an eyebrow. "I find that hard to believe," she replied, her tone equal parts amused and disbelieving. 

Drusilla turned her attention back to her brother, who was now rolling down the line of bookshelves on a wheeled ladder, arms outstretched like a triumphant performer on a stage. The students erupted in cheers as he landed gracefully and bowed, soaking in their admiration as if it were the air he breathed. 

"Sometimes I do too," Drusilla murmured, her voice quieter this time, almost wistful. Her arms uncrossed, and she shifted slightly in her seat, her expression softening despite herself. 

Elphaba tilted her head, observing Drusilla closely. "You care about him," she said, not as a question, but as a statement. 

Drusilla glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "He's my brother, of course I do," she said simply. "I've spent my whole life watching him do things like this—making people laugh, pulling them in with that charm of his. But I've also seen the moments when it's just him, alone, and that's... different. It's quieter. He's quieter." 

Elphaba's skeptical expression softened slightly, though she didn't entirely let go of her disbelief. "And you think that side of him matters?" 

Drusilla nodded without hesitation. "It does to me. I just wish he'd show it more often instead of... whatever this is." She gestured toward Fiyero, who had now recruited several students into some sort of dance, weaving through the library, although, it seemed even the librarians didn't mind, too charmed by the boy.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence between them filled with the distant sound of laughter and books being shuffled back into place. It was Elphaba who broke it, her voice quieter this time. "You're different from him. I can see that." 

Drusilla turned to her, surprised by the comment. "Different how?" 

Elphaba hesitated, as though weighing her words carefully. "I don't know yet," she admitted. "But I think I will." 

Drusilla blinked, caught off guard by the weight in Elphaba's gaze. There was no teasing, no smugness, just an honest curiosity that sent a flicker of warmth through her chest. For the first time in a long time, she didn't feel the need to deflect or retreat. Instead, she simply nodded, her lips curving into a small but genuine smile. 

"Maybe you will," she said softly.

CHAPTER TWO IS HERE!

i wasn't really sure how to go about the dancing through life scene BUT i really like how things ended up. I ALREADY ADORE ELPHABA AND DRUSILLA, they are gonna have the cutest friendship, TRUST! and i promise galinda/glinda and drusilla will have more scenes soon, ALTHOUGH we can't ignore the tension those two already have (IM DELUSIONAL! 🤗)

also i've been trying to decide if i want drusilla to stay with glinda or go with elphaba at the end... its seems to unlikely she would agree with what the wizard is doing but i also think she would want to stay with glinda... I DONT KNOWWWW! 😖

i hope you enjoyed!! 🫶🫶