I'm Not Wicked

Part Two

Eleanor nocked on the door to Fairy Godmother's office; she thought she could help her with her magic.

Maybe.

Fairy Godmother opened the door, her eyes going wide for a moment, "Eleanor, what brings you to my office?" She asked sweetly.

"I was wondering..." Eleanor started, but she quickly trailed off.

Could she really trust this woman? Mal had proven her magic was good. The last thing she wanted to do was tell Fairy Godmother (of all people) that she was having trouble controlling supposedly "wicked" magic.

And of course Elphaba had warned her to be careful, for obvious reasons.

"Eleanor?" Fairy Godmother questioned with a confused tone.

Eleanor quickly snapped out of her thoughts, "Oh-ah, I was wondering if Remedial Goodness was still at the same time?" Eleanor asked, internally slapping herself in the face for the horrible cover-up.

Fairy Godmother quirked an eyebrow, "Yes, the time hasn't changed." She said, confusion still laced in her tone.

"T-thank you!" Eleanor said (a little to enthusiastically), before she quickly and clumsily scurried off.

Fairy Godmother sighed and closed the door.

"Who was that, darling?" A new voice asked.

Fairy Godmother sat back down at her desk, the other person sitting comfortably in front of her.

"It was Eleanor," Fairy Godmother sighed, taking a sip of tea.

The woman, Madam Morrible, raised an eyebrow at her, "Asking about class time?" She asked, knowing it was extremely out of character for her.

Eleanor was always perfectly on time.

Fairy Godmother gave a shrug of her shoulders, taking a sip of tea.

"I would keep an eye on that girl, if I were you." Madam Morrible stated, sipping her own tea.

Fairy Godmother looked up at her with a surprised expression, choking on her tea, "Oh, no! Eleanor is nothing like her mother!" She insisted.

Although, it sounded like she was trying to convince herself as well.

Madam Morrible took another sip of her tea, "Well, you can't tell me you don't see the resemblance."

***

Eleanor walked into her and Gabriela's dorm, hanging her bag on the hook at the door.

"Ellie!" Gabriela said, hugging her tightly.

"Hello, Gabby." Eleanor responded, sounding quite tired and irritable.

Gabriela grabbed her by the hand and dragged her over to a chair, "Guess what?" She prompted excitedly.

"What?" Eleanor asked, with a slightly annoyed tone.

Gabriela ignored her tone and continued.

"Mal and Ben are going to be engaged!" She said, jumping around the room.

"Fantabulous!" Eleanor said, mocking Gabriela's high pitched voice.

Gabriela narrowed her eyes at her and crossed her arms. She then opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by nocking at the door.

"I'll get it," Eleanor said, not dropping her annoyed tone.

The nocking continued as she opened the door, causing the person to hit her on the forehead.

Eleanor put her hand to her head with an annoyed expression, "Ow!" She said loudly.

"Sorry, Ella!" It was Carlos.

He walked in, pushing past her. Eleanor closed the door and glared at him; he had a worried expression and a dog in his arms.

"Hi, Carlos!" Gabriela greeted happily.

Carlos looked startled but waved, Dude wiggling in his grip.

"Ella, can I talk to you," he said, than looked at Gabriela awkwardly, "in private?"

"What did you do?" Eleanor asked, annoyance laced in her voice.

Carlos looked at her anxiously.

"He gave me truth gummy's," Dude said.

Eleanor gapped at Dude, wide eyed.

"What he said." Carlos said, looking at Eleanor's stunned expression.

The green-girl stood in place for a moment. Carlos stared at her as she finally gathered her thoughts.

"Alright, three things. One: Why did you need truth gummy's in the first place? Two: Good job on finding a way for Animals to talk easier. And three: What do you want me to do about it!" The last one was more of a statement than a question.

"I thought you could reverse it?" Carlos said, holding the dog closer to her.

Eleanor put her hand out, making Carlos pull Dude back onto his chest, "You can't reverse a spell once it's been cast." She said plainly, crossing her arms.

"So I just have to deal with my pet dog talking?!" Carlos questioned in dismay.

"You'll be fine. It'll be just like hanging out with Chestery." Eleanor said, starting to get tired of this conversation.

"I think this is different than a talking monkey with wings!" Carlos exclaimed.

Gabriela looked confused but stayed quiet.

"Carlos, please, just get out! And your little-" Eleanor stopped herself.

"And my little dog too?" Carlos asked with a laugh, his nerves seemingly fading.

Gabriela giggled from behind him, masking it with a cough.

Eleanor sighed in frustration and walked over to the door, holding it open, "Just leave, Carlos."