<em>Bubble-head</em>! Well, a bubble was a million times better than a stinky old broom! Well, Glinda took the invitation despite its rudeness and settled on the ground gently, the bubble in perfect control. She stepped out of it easily and the purple wonder vanished into thin air without even the slightest pop.<br/><br/>She felt like scolding Elphie, though - this just wasn't acceptable. "Elphie, this is<em>not</em>how you greet an old friend!" Ah, it was that dreadful little pain of disappointment that nagged her, and she knew it. She had expected - well, some more<em>enthusiasm</em>here, even from Elphie. "I do have business here, you're my long-lost friend," she explained the situation and spread out her arms.  And there was - involuntarily even - a bit of a pout on that otherwise so shiny face. This hostility did hurt - Glinda couldn't recall anything she might have done to upset Elphie and could only hope that Elphie was simply driven by the guilt of dropping off the face of the Oz years ago. Anything else would have been<em>so</em>unfair. It was just like back then - Elphie expected her, easily, to understand those weird, life-changing, dreadful decisions she tended to make, without giving Glinda a chance to do so.<br/><br/>To be exact, it didn't just nag. It hurt. Obviously, Elphie wasn't half as happy to see Glinda as Glinda was to see Elphie... and she really would have thought their friendship was running more deeply than that. Some part of her, deep inside, hoped that all it needed was a little push, a reminder of the wonderful times they had had at Shiz, of the moments of trust and care.<br/><br/>"Now give me a hug."