How did this even happen? Ruby thought to herself.

She lay in her top bunk, mind racing. It had been nearly a month since the train had plowed its way into downtown Vale. In those few weeks Ruby had noticed a drastic shift in herself.

She was suddenly a lot more aware of other people. She realized she would lose focus admiring people in a less than appropriate manner. Her mind, it seemed, had gotten a mind of its own.

She would often find herself completely lost in thought as she gazed at other girls. She seemed to have grown a very alien desire. Watching other girls seemed to almost excite her. Her blood would pump faster, her heart would beat louder, she could feel a warm tingling down her spine.

She liked this new feeling and would indulge it whenever an opportunity presented itself.

But what truly surprised Ruby was for whom these feelings seemed to be strongest. Whenever that blonde woman was near, Ruby's heart would start fluttering. Ruby would steal glances at her and would find herself totally lost in deep, clear pools of emerald.

Ruby had an idea of what these feelings were but she was unsure of what she could do to act upon them.

How could I ever expect her to return these feelings?

You could try asking her

Shut up you, she isn't called the wicked witch for no reason

But that hasn't stopped you has it?

I…

You still like her

…

You still want to hold her

…

You still want to feel her…

OK, that's enough, little ms. pervert

You know I'm right

…

…

Damnit

Ruby thought more about the woman. She recalled the first time they had met. Together they had fought against Roman Torchwick, wanted Vale villain. They had made a pretty good team fighting against him, even if he escaped. Ruby could still remember how the woman had praised her for her performance. Such kind, uplifting words. The woman had given her a sublime smile, one Ruby learned was saved for a very select few people.

Ever since that first meeting Ruby had liked to think that the woman had at least had a small disposition towards her. Whenever they'd pass in the halls Ruby would feel the woman's eyes on her for longer than was strictly necessary.

Maybe she feels the same way

Or maybe you're just crazy and delusional

Oh, shut up

I'm just trying to be realistic

Or just trying to be a butthead

Who you callin' butthead, asshat?

You did not just go there!

Ruby had even recently begun to dream about the older blonde. Her dreams had been innocent enough at the beginning. They would spend time together, fighting against hordes and hordes of grim, or they'd be protecting the citizens of vale from another unseen threat, maybe they'd hold hands once and a while, but there was nothing scandalous or anything like that.

But in the past week those dreams had quickly changed. They had morphed from sweet and wholesome tales into more abstract and carnal fantasies. Ruby would often wake up with an all too familiar feeling of moisture on the sheets.

Ruby wasn't sure what was going on in her brain, but one thing was certain.

She had it. She had it bad. She had it bad for the one person she knew she couldn't have.

Glynda Goodwitch.

A/N: OK, so this is a thing I did. This idea was inspired by christopherweebling's "HoodWitch" story. It's definitely an under represented pairing and one I think has a lot of potential. I plan on having the main focus for now be on Ruby's internal struggle and her crush on Glynda.

I have no serious plans moving forward so I'm happy to take any and all suggestions you might have or any feedback you want to give.

That being said I already have a story I'm focusing most of my time and energy on so let me know if you want me to make time for this story.

As always I hope you enjoyed, till next time.