Hello, fellow Ozians! I am currently working on the epic finale of my biggest story Before They Were Wicked ( you might see some references in here), but as I have moved back into college recently, I have been overwhelmed with ideas for a bunch of Shiz-era oneshots! Some will be short or long, drabbles, fluffs, angsty, Flinda, Fiyeraba, Bessa, etc. Some will be totally made up, while others will be based off of my own experiences. And most importantly, they will be in no particular order (though you will easily be able to tell at what time it is occurring). Please R and R if you like. Can't tell you how long it will be between posts, but I will *try* to get one up at least every few weeks. So... enjoy!

"No. Wardren clearly states that the variable must be substituted in before the equation can be used," Elphaba argued.

"No. He says that it is recommended that it be substituted in first. But not required, as there can be occasions in which the variable is an empty figure," Nessa argued back. She flipped several pages in the book that lay in front of her, and pointed to a long paragraph under an equation.

"Well, there would be no empty figures if you just put it in the equation," Elphaba retorted.

She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms as Nessa flipped a few more pages, her eyes scanning the pages.

The sisters were sitting in front of the window at the Calpern Café, a small café on the Shiz campus that was quiet and warm.

"Well," Nessa said, closing her book. "Luckily, this does not apply to studying politics. So I only have to know it until the exam."

Just as Elphaba was going to reply, the bell on the door behind her tinkled.

Galinda, Milla, Phanee and ShenShen entered, taking a table in the back. They seemed not to notice the Thropp sisters, though they were sitting in front of the window.

"Stay quiet. Don't do anything to attract attention. We might be able to get out of here before they see us. Or at least I will. What you do is up to you," Elphaba whispered as she pulled on her coat.

"Why? What will happen?" Nessa murmured, her eyes wide.

"I honestly don't want to find out,, but I'm expecting something very much along the lines of Quilla Aspool," Elphaba replied. She slowly rose to her feet, her eyes locked on the girls in the back. They didn't seem to notice anything.

"I'm coming too," Nessa declared. Elphaba handed her her coat from the rack.

The girls managed to get out the door without being seen. Or so they thought.

"Come on," Galinda whispered, setting down her menu.

The other girls giggled and followed her out of the café.

Elphaba was pushing Nessa's wheelchair. Snow had fallen the night before, had melted a bit, and then refroze, and both Elphaba and Nessa were working hard to get the chair through it.

"Okay, girls," Galinda whispered. "We wait until she drops off her sister, and then we follow her home. Our goal is to get her to crack up a little bit. Okay? Everyone understand?"

The girls nodded, their mittened hands over their mouths to suppress their giggles. Then at once, they hopped behind a tree, as Elphaba turned back to look. They crouched silently, listening through the night to hear the conversation.

"I don't think we can do this," Elphaba stated. She stopped pushing, clutching the chair for support as she stood panting.

"I... I think we can," Nessa disagreed. She gave another futile push. Nothing.

"The only way we can get it out is if you are not in it," Elphaba said. "You know what has to happen."

"I'm not letting you pick me up," Nessa asserted, crossing her arms.

"Nessa you have to. Or we'll be stuck out here all night. It's only another two blocks."

Nessa sighed, and raised her hands. Elphaba scooped her up with ease.

Galinda and the girls watched, shocked, as Elphaba carried Nessa down to Madame Morrible's quarters in record time. She returned only five minutes later, and managed to get the chair out and carry it away too.

Silently, they tiptoed over to the window and peaked in.

Elphaba and Nessarose were sitting on the couch in the parlor. Madame Morrible handed each of them a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

"I want hot chocolate!" ShenShen moaned, rubbing her hands over her arms. Milla gave a shiver.

"Shhhh," Galinda raised a finger to her lips. "It won't be long. Look she's already leaving."

The four girls popped up enough to see Elphaba shake Madame Morrible's hand and then kneel next to Nessa, before rising again to give her a hug. She waved, and began making for the door.

"Move back, move back," Galinda whispered urgently.

"I'll be back to check on you in the morning," Elphaba promised as she shut the door.

She waited for a moment, breathing in the cold night air, before setting off down the road to her dormitory. She walked fast, and Galinda and the girls found it hard to keep up with her stride.

But then Elphaba froze, just past the circle of light from a lamp above her. The girls could barely make out her bending down at the waist.

FOOMP.

A snowball landed with a splat right on Phanee's chest. She yelped and struggled to wipe it off.

FOOMP.

Another one landed on ShenShen's shoulder. Then another one on Galinda's chest, and one on Milla's head.

"I knew you were following us the entire time," Elphaba announced, stepping into the light. She tossed a perfectly round snowball up and down in her right hand, a malicious smirk plastered across her face. "We left because you came. I didn't want to have it out with you right there, and I certainly did not want Nessa involved. Thank you, by the way, for letting me get her home safe."

Elphaba let out a laugh at the sight of the four popular girls, literally frozen, under the closest circle of light.

"Now, normally I would stand here, get angry, and berate you, but this time," she tossed the snowball up and caught it. "The advantage is mine."

She threw the four snowballs she held in rapid fire, hitting each girl in the chest with impeccable accuracy. As Elphaba turned, she let out another laugh, this one more like a cackle.

"What do we do now?" Phanee whispered.

"I don't know about you, but I think I need dry clothes and a warm fire," ShenShen answered.

"This didn't work the way we planned it. Right?" Milla asked.

"No. That artichoke got in the way," Galinda muttered. Her jaw was clenched. She was thinking hard. "We need a new plan. And definitely a fire."