Sorry for the extremely long wait on this. I've had writer's block for this for awhile.
Disclaimer: I own neither Les Mis nor Wicked.
Eponine sighed. Snap out of it, 'Ponine. He doesn't love you, he loves her... he loves Galinda. She isn't really all that bad... I should be happy for them. But I love him! I really do! I can't just turn that off...
"Hands touch, eyes meet... Sudden silence, sudden heat..." she sang softly. "Hearts leap in a giddy whirl... he could be that boy, but I'm not that girl..."
I'll never be that girl. I'm not beautiful and I'm not worthy. As such, I'll always be...
"On my own, pretending he's beside me... All alone, I walk with him til morning. Without him, I feel his arms around me..." Eponine wrapped her arms around herself and pretended that they were Marius' arms. "And when I close my eyes, I'm in my dreams and he has found me..."
But they're only ever dreams. Dreams that will never be a reality, dreams that will only hurt me when I wake. I shook my head.
"Don't dream too far. Don't lose sight of who you are." She thought of that moment when their lips had almost met, "Don't remember that rush of joy. He could be that boy… I'm not that girl..." If only he knew... Maybe he could have loved me. Oh what I life I might have know! "Every so often, we long to steal to the land of what might have been; but that doesn't soften the ache we feel when reality sets back in."
But he doesn't love me. She reminded herself, He loves her, the beautiful Galinda… Eponine sighed wistfully; I've been living on a false hope that he could ever love me.
"I love him; but every day I'm learning all my life, I've only been pretending! Without me, his world will go on turning; a world that's full of happiness that I have never known!" Tears fell from Eponine's eyes. They burned like fire on her emerald skin.
"I love him... I love him... I love him... but there's a girl I know, he loves her so... I'm not that girl..."
A shriek of surprise escaped her lips when it started to rain. Then, much to her surprise, Madam Morrible rushed out with an umbrella.
"You mustn't get wet, deary." She chided the girl, holding the umbrella above Eponine's hair. "Oh! I know!" And with a wave if her hands, the rain disappeared and from behind the whiting grey clouds, the sun emerged. Noticing the look of utter surprise on Eponine's face, Fantine explained, "Didn't I tell you, deary? Weather is my specialty. Now, on to business! I have heard back from the Wizard and he is very impressed. He wants to meet you!"
"He asked for me specifically?" Eponine asked, joy creeping into her previously glum features.
"Yes. Now, God-speed, my dear. And make me proud!"
"I will, Madame!" Eponine promised before running off to find Azelma.
Azelma was with Jean Prouvaire, talking to him animatedly about religion. Jean–or, as he preferred to be called, Jehan–listened interestedly. Azelma clearly knew whereof she spoke. After all, her father was Frexspar the Godly.
"And what do you think of Lurlinism?"
"It is ridiculous. The Unnamed God is the creator of all."
"Unionism in its very definition." Eponine muttered under her breath as she approached the two. She couldn't keep the smile of her face– something which Azelma noticed immediately.
"Eponine," She greeted her sister, "what has you so thrilled?"
"The Wizard wants to see me."
"Oh, Eponine! That's wonderful!" Azelma cried ecstatically.
"What's wonderful?" asked Galinda as she and Marius approached the trio.
"Eponine is going to meet the Wizard!" Azelma informed them. Marius grinned and Galinda squealed very loudly.
"'Ponine, that's great news!" Marius exclaimed, hugging the green girl tightly. "If there is anyone who can make a change in France, I know it's you."
Eponine grinned brightly. As soon as Marius had released her, Galinda, who was smiling from ear to ear, had embraced her.
"I had better back." Eponine said, excusing herself from the group.
"And I had better help you pack. You've gotta look good for when you meet the Wizard." Galinda grinned.
Back in their dormitory, Galinda had reached quite a predicament; should Eponine wear dark colours or light colours? Certainly nothing red. Oh, how that would clash! And which shoes should she wear? Definitely not heels. They had tried that one night and it had been disastrous. Eponine clearly could not walk in heeled shoes. Of course, they would have to do something with Eponine's hair… but what? Not curls. Those wouldn't suit her. Her natural waves were lovely (and, secretly, Galinda actually admired Eponine's hair,) but were they wonderful? Eponine had to look entirely wonderful if she was to meet the Wonderful Wizard of France!
"Galinda, really, I think I would be just fine if I were to wear my normal frock." Eponine insisted, but the blonde girl would have none of it.
"Eppy, you need to look absolutely wonderful! Now, try this on." She replied, tossing her a simple blue dress. Eponine did as told. She then looked at her reflection in the mirror. She made a face. The dress simply did not suit her.
"I think black's my best colour…"
"… That's depressing." Then, she sighed. "Fine, I have an ankle-length black dress. If it suits you, you can keep it." She dug through her trunk of clothing– which was big enough that she could fit inside of it. "Ooh! Here it is!"
She tossed the black fabric to Eponine, who proceeded to put it on. It fit perfectly. Eponine grabbed the pointy hat and put that on too before going to stand in front of the mirror once more.
"Eppy, you look wonderful." Galinda murmured
Galinda smiled softly,
"Anytime. Now, I've gotta run. I promised to meet Marius five minutes ago." With that, she was out the door, leaving Eponine alone with her reflection.
Normally, Eponine would have been upset about the fact that Marius still didn't love her; but, at the moment, it hardly seemed important. She was going to meet the Wizard. She might actually be able to make a change in the world! She smiled to herself.
"And there will finally be the Wizard and I…"