A/N W00t, we meet new characters in this one!

014. Black

Everyone was sure that they had names- the girls with long hair, dressing in black, and always walking silently. But everyone just called them the Witches.

Today, they walked through the halls together, stepping with harsh grace and arrogant chins tilted up. The freshman, dubbed "Munchkins" years ago by the upperclassman, stepped back quickly to avoid the small one's pathway. She was a bit of a control freak, and ordered around the Munchkins with a single glare. This, apparently, was their fear- to be looked at by Nessarose Thropp, one of the Witches. With bizaare styles like striped socks, skirts, and sometimes loose dance pants, she kept to herself except when she was angry- and then other people got involved.

Her sister, on the other hand, dressed more in goth fashion, although today she wore plenty of makeup to hide the icky green bruise that had spread across her face since a dodge ball incident a week or so back. With small chains hanging off her jeans and thick, chunky boots, with a heavy jacket and sometimes even gloves, Elphaba Thropp had a wicked sense of fashion.

But today was different, because one group of people, caught up in their conversation, forgot to move out of the way.

"Yeah, so then Scarecrow freaks out because the Bunsen burner got just a little close to his hand when I was melting the copper strip-" explained Nick in a 'hey, I'm the victim here' voice.

"You know I'm afraid of a fire!" snapped Scarecrow.

"Weenie. Anyway, so he jumps back and spills a bunch of the blue food dye on that Witch chick, Bessanose or something-"

Dorothy and Nimee bit back grins as their boyfriends continued to bicker- it was almost a sport. They often discussed getting jackets and hats to support the 'teams'.

"And she screams and tells her boyfriend to do something,"mocked Nick in a falsetto voice, "who just sits there and whimpers a bit, what a loser-"

"That's ironic, you two could be brothers based off looks," observed Scarecrow wryly.

"Hey, I am SO much better looking than him-"

"Excuse me," icily said a cutting, dark voice. "But I'm pretty sure you're supposed to move and not block the halls."

Dorothy turned and saw Elphaba standing there, eyes staring coldly and guarded.

"Sorry," she said, backing up-

Right into Nessarose, who crashed down to the ground, with an awful crack when she landed. Her face flashed white, and she passed out, shuddered as she did so.

"Oh no!" gasped Dorothy, bending down quickly to help, but was swatted away.

"Back off," hissed Elphaba, the emerald of her eyes clashing with the olive bruise on her face.

"But I-" she started, Scarecrow starting to pull her away. People were backing up, and teachers were coming out to see what was going on.

"Go," growled the black-clad girl, and she picked up her sister and stalked away.

"Way to go," whistled Nick. "Well, this is going to be an interesting year."

A/N And that's the REAL story of why Elphaba hates Dorothy. Yes, I used the Wicked names, yes, I've seen it, I just wanted to throw in some other fandoms as well.

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