“What have you got there, Elphaba dearest?” Glinda inquired lazily, executing a graceful swoon into her friend’s lap. Elphaba darted a vague smile down at her and carried on with her reading, fingers of her free hand absently weaving into Glinda’s curls.
“A letter from Papa, is all.”
“Oh! So the great and holy Frexspar has deigned to correspond with
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