Elphaba had just reached the top step, dusty shafts of sunlight peering through the poor woodwork ahead leaving golden dust motes dancing around her head as she slipped a single iron key from her cloak and opened the door with a smart click (it seemed not<em>everything</em>was in disrepair). She had just pushed the heavy door open when....<br/><br/><em>"EEEELPHHIIIIEEE~~~~"</em><br/><br/>There was a lightening white blur that darted out of the door and bolted down the stairs. Elphaba whirled around her heart leaping into her throat, threatening to asphyxiate her, she held the key out in front of her as if it were a weapon. She was already formulating how to make her escape when she noticed the bubbly, golden-haloed figure bouncing at the food of her stairs.<br/><br/><em>//Galinda....//</em><br/><br/>All the fear melted from her - - only to be replaced with a volatile cocktail of anger, frustration, annoyance and even a little squeeze of longing which only dug into her heart like a shard of glass.   It really had been her who called her out in the square and who had apparently followed her all the way here (albeit in the most gaudy un-cunning way possible).  Elphaba would have been impressed if it weren't for...<br/><br/>"You have the wrong person."<br/>She turned back to her door and roughly yanked it open.<br/><br/>"Go away."<br/>She growled slipping into the dark comfort of her flat before slamming the solid door shut which sent a hoard of dust moats to rain down, accompanied by the start of frightened birds.