Elphaba's POV

"Whew!" I said as I threw my haggard broom against the floor. "That was one tough flying session." I was about to take off my frock and change into my night attire when I noticed a torn piece of paper on my nightstand.

My sweaty brows knitted together as I read the yellow parchment.

It was a letter. Oddly enough it was from... My broom. My broom? I knew it was a magical broom, but this is outrageous! It can't speak! At least, I don't think it can.

When I finished the letter a wave of guilt rushed through my entire being. Was I really that cruel? Did I really not pay it enough attention? Maybe I should treat it a little better. The broom gets me where I want to be. As fast as it can. It never denies my requests, or hides when I call it. I trust it with my entire soul.

With much guilt, one thing in this letter stuck out to me. How in the Unnamed God's name does my broom know Glinda's bubble?