Glinda was left dumbfounded for a significant moment as Elphie -<em>her</em>Elphie (and unmistakably so) - told her that she got "the wrong person". The tone of voice, dark and frustrated as it was, was even less possible to be mistaken for anyone else but the green bookworm, who could fly off the handle like no other, and make the lights flicker with her anger. She would have recognized that tone anywhere.<br/><br/>What on earth had just happened? Where was the big reunion? Glinda stomped her foot down - she was not going to be treated that way (of course little Glinda stomping her foot was only so-and-so-impressive)!<br/><br/>"Yeaaah, and just how many green-skinned girls with black hair are there?" she called smugly, though she originally had wanted to go for 'cheerful' (it just didn't work). "Though you do suddenly have a sense of fashion which<em>is</em>a bit confusing," she admitted generously, no malice intended, but the thought came to mind. Although she had to admit, she was hurt and angry, too, now. What kind of drama was Elphaba playing? This was neither the time for jokes nor for being dramatic. They hadn't seen each other in how long?! And Elphaba was dwelling on some drama of the past? Wait! There<em>was</em>no drama! There had never been any - Elphaba had just dropped off the face of the planet, leaving Glinda alone, and if anyone had a right to be hurt and frustrated...<br/><br/>"Oh, and you're forgetting that I am a witch, too!" She dug for her pretty wand, which was decorated with silvery, sparkly bubbles (an addition she had made herself to what once was a bare, boring, silvery stick) and held it to the keyhole of the door. "OPEN!"<br/><br/>Neither lock nor door even moved even an inch. "OPEN!" She frustateldy tapped the wand against the key hole and a spark crackled weakly at its tip. She had to admit she had never even wondered whether the silvery, bubbly decoration had any influence on the function, but maybe she had just gotten the spell or determination wrong? She tried again, but to no avail. It was not going to work, so Glinda dropped the wand and gave a frustrated sigh. "Well, never mind," she told the disobediant magicking stick and mounted a new, purple bubble to float in through the window. That one was locked, too, but of such bad making that even a bubble could pop the lock.<br/><br/>And it did.