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It’s been pretty troublesome rooming with Glinda at Shiz University recently. She’s been a bit chaotic, snobby, and always takes up space.

By that means, her suitcases and things.

You sit in your tiny corner of the room on your bed, before looking up at the presence of Glinda, and she hums.

“I have an idea,” She exclaims, grabbing your wrist and pulling you upright.

“I should give you a makeover. You know, since I’m very kind.”