- deny the nature of them as 'dark'. What else could they ever be? An inspiration to the darkness lurking both in and out of reality. The corrupt half of the soul.

- faint of heart. ❞

*Kansas

- her lips as she tosses a fireball from her fingertips into the room, and she lights it all aflame. She lowers her hat and shrieks as her skin burns from the tears running down her cheeks.

Wordlessly, she asks to the very wind itself, 'do they even know who you used to be?'

- falling down with a thud.

It's still intact the way it was. The way it was when everything was so simple. Her finger slides upon the bed and she finds something old. A hairbrush. Beauty supplies. A set of hats.

The witch clenches her fist and she clenches it hard. A low growl lets loose from -

- She is unbothered.

The witch climbs herself up a fleet of stairs, stomping all the way there. No broom to carry her up this time. She wanted to scale the length herself.

Finally, she makes her way to a very familiar floor of the dormitory. And the Western Wind blows open the door, sending it -

- so furious become humbled in a matter of moments. And she could tell, this one had fury to spare. Wouldn't be long before she shattered all of that into bits and pieces...

Or worse...

Fried him to a crisp....

Elphaba flicks her finger and points it at a field of dandelions. They start to grow and stretch in shape and size. Until faces that resemble actual lions start to mutate onto their visage.

They catch a glimpse of Taokaka and release ear-splitting roars to the accompaniment of the witch's cackles.