Galindafication part 2
Notes in the Margins series Part 2
Title: Galindafication part 2/4
Rating: PG
Subject: musical verse
Disclaimer: I don't own them or we would all be living in a different world
Notes: This is a continuation from my last story Beautiful which can be found by following the link. This begins a new chapter and falls in the play between the night after Popular and the moring Dr. Dillamond is fired. It can be read on its own but will probably be a bit clearer if you've read the previous piece. I hope you enjoy.
part 1
“So, no pink frocks then.” Elphaba surprised herself at the comment. She seemed to have found her voice and shaken off some of her embarrassment, at least enough to joke with her friend.
“Of course not,” Galinda grinned, “besides, I can’t have you stealing my signature color.” Galinda, still holding tight to Elphaba’s hand, walked them over to yet another rack of clothing and began the selection process anew.
“No, we certainly couldn’t have that,” Elphaba agreed with a not-so-subtle hint of sarcasm.
“Oh Elphie, I’ve found just the thing,” the words were coupled with a squeal of delight as Galinda let go of Elphaba’s hand and reached for the perfect outfit. The skirt was in the muted tones that Elphaba usually preferred but the top was brilliant white with the slightest black trim at the neck and the sleeves. It was styled in a more modest fashion than Galinda would have selected for herself but it was perfect for her Elphie. The high neck and long sleeves would cover enough to keep Elphaba from feeling self-conscious but the tailored lines would still hug and accentuate the slender curves her friend kept so well hidden. That and the contrast of the crisp white and soft green would be breathtaking. Galinda didn’t say another word as she grabbed up the clothing and dragged Elphie to the nearest dressing room shoving the girl and the clothes inside.
“So, I assume then that I am to try this on,” Elphaba’s bemused tone came from the other side of the door.
“Yes,” Galinda replied impatiently, “now, don’t be a brat my dear Elphie. Trust me, this will be perfect.”
Elphaba stood staring at the clothes in her hands marveling at this whole situation. She had never in her life spent this much time in a clothing shop. She was fairly certain the only reason her father had even provided her with clothing was because it wouldn’t be acceptable for the daughter of the governor to be running around naked. Nessa had always been showered with gifts of dresses and hats and, obviously, shoes but Elphaba had been required to make due with a few humble choices. The colors were drab in an attempt to fade into the background and to cover as much of her skin as was possible. She had never chosen an outfit to make her stand out. Her skin caused her to do that enough without drawing more attention to herself. It most certainly would never have occurred to her to choose anything in white, but she had agreed to this shopping trip for better or for worse and she had to see it through. With that thought she began to change into the clothes Galinda had selected for her.
Galinda found herself tapping her foot in a most impatient fashion as she waited for Elphaba to emerge from the dressing room. She couldn’t wait to see the results of her hours of searching. She knew she found Elphaba to be beautiful even in her simplest of frocks but it wasn’t her opinion she was trying to change. She was attempting one of the most difficult tasks she’d ever undertaken. She wanted to change Elphaba’s opinion of herself and she knew that would take more than a new outfit, but it was a start. As she continued to wait Galinda heard the jingle of the bell at the door and turned to see who was entering the shop.
Misses Phanee and Shenshen entered the door with their arms already loaded with packages collected from an obviously fruitful morning of shopping. Their voices rose and fell in that lilting, vacuous way that only spoiled socialites could pull off well and for the first time Galinda found the sound mildly irritating as their unintelligible words drifted through the boutique. Galinda had known there would be a risk of running into her associates. . . she couldn’t quite bring herself to think the word friends . . . as there was little doubt about how they would spend their Saturday. What with all the new spring fashions coming out it was surprising they had managed to avoid them this long. It was only a matter of moments before they saw Galinda waiting by the dressing rooms.
“Miss Galinda,” Phanee waved as they made their way over, “we were so worried after you left the party last night with that wicked green bean. It was too, too good of you to show such pity on her but really even you should not be expected to accompany her home. Especially after you had the eye of a prince, I mean really Galinda.”
Galinda knew they would have been talking about the events of last night and if she hadn’t been at the heart of them she probably would have joined in the gossip. A part of her was disgusted by her own shallowness but there were games to be played and there was no way for her to escape them. She only hoped Elphaba would understand and forgive her for these social necessities.
Elphaba heard the voices outside the dressing room and felt her muscles grow tense at the sound. She felt her frustration grow as one of the girls, Phanee if memory served, continued to prattle on. She was fully aware of the social pressures Galinda was under. In fact, as an outcast, she had a unique view of the situation in which Galinda now found herself. For Elphaba there was no harm in being friends with Galinda. She had no social standing to lose. Galinda, however, had everything to lose. There was a part of Elphaba that worried for her new friend, worried that all the things that she had would be taken away if their friendship became fodder for the rumor mill that was society at Shiz. Elphaba had never known what it felt like to have a friend and she was loath to let go of this new bit of joy, but she also knew that she would rather only have the memory of friendship than see Galinda hurt because of their association.
Even though the blond seemed determined to change the green girl’s social status Elphaba was fully aware of the impossibility of that situation. No matter how well she dressed or did her hair Ozians were a small minded bunch. She would still find herself on the receiving end of their petty insults and ignorant fear, her natural verdigris guaranteed that. She could handle that truth, she always had. She only hoped as she stood listening that Galinda could too.
“I assure you Miss Phanee, the prince’s eye is still caught. I mean really, did you think I would risk a boy like Fiyero?” Galinda could feel a quite unexpected pain in her chest as she said the words. Her heart knew she would indeed risk her relationship with Fiyero for Elphaba but the rest of her wouldn’t give in. Everything she had ever been taught, everything in her experience told her that her dreams should rest with the dashing prince, not a stubborn, troublesome girl from Munchkinland. It was far more complicated than anything she had ever felt before and she squashed the pain down deep in her heart. She knew what she had always wanted and she wasn’t going to change that now, not when she had it all, and Elphaba as a friend to boot. “Besides after being forced to share living quarters I’ve actually grown to have a sort of fondness for Miss Elphaba.”
It wasn’t exactly the ringing endorsement she had secretly been hoping to overhear but at least she hadn’t called her an artichoke. Elphaba could see the tightrope Galinda was attempting to walk in front of her popular cronies and she applied all of her practical logical mind to the words. In doing so the realist in her tried to block the pain in her heart. Her relationship with Galinda had grown far more complicated in the last two days. When they had detested each other it had all been easy and expected, but now, now it was a mess. Elphaba knew they were now friends, but all of these other feelings were quite a bit more than she could begin to understand. She just hoped these inanely babbling girls would leave soon so she could come out of this dressing room, it was growing increasingly claustrophobic.
Phanee and Shenshen exchanged shocked glances at Galinda’s words. Just the night before Galinda had given Elphaba that ridiculous pointed hat to wear and now here she was claiming a certain fondness. The two girls were shocked and disturbed by this turn of events but shrugged it off as Galinda’s inherent goodness. Of course she would see something good in that horrid green girl, it was only natural. Besides, if they wanted to keep their social standing it certainly wasn’t their place to argue with the whims of the most popular girl in Shiz. Instead they said their quick goodbyes and made their way out of the situation hoping next time they saw Galinda she would be in her right mind.
Title: Galindafication part 2/4
Rating: PG
Subject: musical verse
Disclaimer: I don't own them or we would all be living in a different world
Notes: This is a continuation from my last story Beautiful which can be found by following the link. This begins a new chapter and falls in the play between the night after Popular and the moring Dr. Dillamond is fired. It can be read on its own but will probably be a bit clearer if you've read the previous piece. I hope you enjoy.
part 1
“So, no pink frocks then.” Elphaba surprised herself at the comment. She seemed to have found her voice and shaken off some of her embarrassment, at least enough to joke with her friend.
“Of course not,” Galinda grinned, “besides, I can’t have you stealing my signature color.” Galinda, still holding tight to Elphaba’s hand, walked them over to yet another rack of clothing and began the selection process anew.
“No, we certainly couldn’t have that,” Elphaba agreed with a not-so-subtle hint of sarcasm.
“Oh Elphie, I’ve found just the thing,” the words were coupled with a squeal of delight as Galinda let go of Elphaba’s hand and reached for the perfect outfit. The skirt was in the muted tones that Elphaba usually preferred but the top was brilliant white with the slightest black trim at the neck and the sleeves. It was styled in a more modest fashion than Galinda would have selected for herself but it was perfect for her Elphie. The high neck and long sleeves would cover enough to keep Elphaba from feeling self-conscious but the tailored lines would still hug and accentuate the slender curves her friend kept so well hidden. That and the contrast of the crisp white and soft green would be breathtaking. Galinda didn’t say another word as she grabbed up the clothing and dragged Elphie to the nearest dressing room shoving the girl and the clothes inside.
“So, I assume then that I am to try this on,” Elphaba’s bemused tone came from the other side of the door.
“Yes,” Galinda replied impatiently, “now, don’t be a brat my dear Elphie. Trust me, this will be perfect.”
Elphaba stood staring at the clothes in her hands marveling at this whole situation. She had never in her life spent this much time in a clothing shop. She was fairly certain the only reason her father had even provided her with clothing was because it wouldn’t be acceptable for the daughter of the governor to be running around naked. Nessa had always been showered with gifts of dresses and hats and, obviously, shoes but Elphaba had been required to make due with a few humble choices. The colors were drab in an attempt to fade into the background and to cover as much of her skin as was possible. She had never chosen an outfit to make her stand out. Her skin caused her to do that enough without drawing more attention to herself. It most certainly would never have occurred to her to choose anything in white, but she had agreed to this shopping trip for better or for worse and she had to see it through. With that thought she began to change into the clothes Galinda had selected for her.
Galinda found herself tapping her foot in a most impatient fashion as she waited for Elphaba to emerge from the dressing room. She couldn’t wait to see the results of her hours of searching. She knew she found Elphaba to be beautiful even in her simplest of frocks but it wasn’t her opinion she was trying to change. She was attempting one of the most difficult tasks she’d ever undertaken. She wanted to change Elphaba’s opinion of herself and she knew that would take more than a new outfit, but it was a start. As she continued to wait Galinda heard the jingle of the bell at the door and turned to see who was entering the shop.
Misses Phanee and Shenshen entered the door with their arms already loaded with packages collected from an obviously fruitful morning of shopping. Their voices rose and fell in that lilting, vacuous way that only spoiled socialites could pull off well and for the first time Galinda found the sound mildly irritating as their unintelligible words drifted through the boutique. Galinda had known there would be a risk of running into her associates. . . she couldn’t quite bring herself to think the word friends . . . as there was little doubt about how they would spend their Saturday. What with all the new spring fashions coming out it was surprising they had managed to avoid them this long. It was only a matter of moments before they saw Galinda waiting by the dressing rooms.
“Miss Galinda,” Phanee waved as they made their way over, “we were so worried after you left the party last night with that wicked green bean. It was too, too good of you to show such pity on her but really even you should not be expected to accompany her home. Especially after you had the eye of a prince, I mean really Galinda.”
Galinda knew they would have been talking about the events of last night and if she hadn’t been at the heart of them she probably would have joined in the gossip. A part of her was disgusted by her own shallowness but there were games to be played and there was no way for her to escape them. She only hoped Elphaba would understand and forgive her for these social necessities.
Elphaba heard the voices outside the dressing room and felt her muscles grow tense at the sound. She felt her frustration grow as one of the girls, Phanee if memory served, continued to prattle on. She was fully aware of the social pressures Galinda was under. In fact, as an outcast, she had a unique view of the situation in which Galinda now found herself. For Elphaba there was no harm in being friends with Galinda. She had no social standing to lose. Galinda, however, had everything to lose. There was a part of Elphaba that worried for her new friend, worried that all the things that she had would be taken away if their friendship became fodder for the rumor mill that was society at Shiz. Elphaba had never known what it felt like to have a friend and she was loath to let go of this new bit of joy, but she also knew that she would rather only have the memory of friendship than see Galinda hurt because of their association.
Even though the blond seemed determined to change the green girl’s social status Elphaba was fully aware of the impossibility of that situation. No matter how well she dressed or did her hair Ozians were a small minded bunch. She would still find herself on the receiving end of their petty insults and ignorant fear, her natural verdigris guaranteed that. She could handle that truth, she always had. She only hoped as she stood listening that Galinda could too.
“I assure you Miss Phanee, the prince’s eye is still caught. I mean really, did you think I would risk a boy like Fiyero?” Galinda could feel a quite unexpected pain in her chest as she said the words. Her heart knew she would indeed risk her relationship with Fiyero for Elphaba but the rest of her wouldn’t give in. Everything she had ever been taught, everything in her experience told her that her dreams should rest with the dashing prince, not a stubborn, troublesome girl from Munchkinland. It was far more complicated than anything she had ever felt before and she squashed the pain down deep in her heart. She knew what she had always wanted and she wasn’t going to change that now, not when she had it all, and Elphaba as a friend to boot. “Besides after being forced to share living quarters I’ve actually grown to have a sort of fondness for Miss Elphaba.”
It wasn’t exactly the ringing endorsement she had secretly been hoping to overhear but at least she hadn’t called her an artichoke. Elphaba could see the tightrope Galinda was attempting to walk in front of her popular cronies and she applied all of her practical logical mind to the words. In doing so the realist in her tried to block the pain in her heart. Her relationship with Galinda had grown far more complicated in the last two days. When they had detested each other it had all been easy and expected, but now, now it was a mess. Elphaba knew they were now friends, but all of these other feelings were quite a bit more than she could begin to understand. She just hoped these inanely babbling girls would leave soon so she could come out of this dressing room, it was growing increasingly claustrophobic.
Phanee and Shenshen exchanged shocked glances at Galinda’s words. Just the night before Galinda had given Elphaba that ridiculous pointed hat to wear and now here she was claiming a certain fondness. The two girls were shocked and disturbed by this turn of events but shrugged it off as Galinda’s inherent goodness. Of course she would see something good in that horrid green girl, it was only natural. Besides, if they wanted to keep their social standing it certainly wasn’t their place to argue with the whims of the most popular girl in Shiz. Instead they said their quick goodbyes and made their way out of the situation hoping next time they saw Galinda she would be in her right mind.