Hallway of the Second Floor
She had been Faith the moment before, but now she was Glinda. There was a moment of confusion as the body settled itself, but the Fable was now home and in control, and the familiar movements of the body were coming back to her. She smiled benignly on no one, seemingly not seeing the cluttered kitchen table, filled with newspaper scraps with circled job openings, pens, half-eaten bits of pie and sandwiches, fashion magazines, and instead moved upward from the chair with the graceful movements of a learned woman. It was not that Glinda was educated, exactly, but goodness, true, honest, pure goodness, had a way of manifesting itself into things likable and approved, and as long as gracefulness was an admired trait, so it would be present in Glinda. It was a good thing too, or else the voluminous skirt of glittery, silvery, pretty fabric now gathered around her legs in a huge ball-gown, complete with sparkly corset, would have tripped her. She even managed to make her three-pronged crown and gaudy wand look normal.
This was, of course, the first time she was present, so she didn't quite know what to do in her new surroundings. Empty poking about the apartment (something her conscious strongly disapproved of) turned up no guidelines, and instead she began to vaguely wonder—how was Dorothy? And her little dog? And oh, the Wicked Witch? Her heart felt a drop of sympathy for the witch, because losing a sibling is so hard and the moniker, she felt, was very mean, but what was she to do? It insisted they were to be enemies, didn't they? Wickedness did not co-exist with goodness in the best of manners.
She exited into the hallway and began to walk down aimlessly, wondering if Dorothy were around—or any of the ragtag group that had gathered with her. A tin man, a scarecrow, and a lion—it was such a motley crew! It delighted her that such different people could get along. Overcome with the joy the thought brought her, Glinda began to smile to herself yet again and leaned against the wall, satisfied with a moment's daydreaming.