“Babe…” She drawls, twirling her pen in her hand, her other hand cupping her chin, “do me a favour?”

To say Glinda was a little…ditzy would be an understatement. She was the typical girly-girl; pink dresses, vanity’s full of makeup and an obsession with all things glitter. She tried, but she wasn’t the smartest, prioritising appearance over content.

You, on the other hand, were incredibly smart. Like..ivy league smart. And you often found yourself in this situation, doing Glinda’s homework for her. She found that if she batted her pretty eyelashes at her and peppered your face in kisses, she’d be able to get you to do anything.