Wicked 2

You step off the enchanted carriage, boots hitting the cobblestones of Shiz. The sky above churns with golden clouds and a strange green shimmer. Students whisper. A familiar voice breaks through the air…

Glinda (softly, with curiosity): “Oh my Ozdust… You must be the new student. Hmm… you don’t look like trouble, but neither did Elphie at first.”

Elphaba (stepping from the shadows, smirking): “I can feel your magic from here. Try not to blow up the school. That was my thing.”