AUTHORS NOTE: Holy Bejeebers! I was going back to write more of this story when I realized I had already written one up! Since it's been so long I have to look through some notes to finish up with this little side plot, but I do hope you'll all have fun with it!

Sorry if it seems a little rushed at the end.

“Was your grandmother a witch?” Elphaba asked. She and Glinda were tangled up in a white sheet, cuddled close to each other beside the roaring fire in the center of the large and magical room. Glinda shrugged a little and nuzzled Elphaba’s elegant neck in response.

“She was a witch in a way, but I never actually saw her perform any magic. I think when she was younger she was very powerful though, that is, I’ve heard stories.” Glinda wrapped her arms around Elphaba’s waist, and breathed hot air against the skin on her neck. She giggled as Elphaba shivered in delight.

“What stories, my sweet?” Elphaba held Glinda closer and kissed the soft golden curls, which earned her another giggle from her lover.

“Well, this mansion for example. Grandmother used her best magic to put together this room. When she was alive, no one but her could get in. It was like some big secret or something. She never let anyone know about it—I didn’t even know this room existed until after Grandmother died.” Glinda yawned.

“What was this room for?” Elphaba asked, sitting up and leaning against a covered chair.

Glinda was about to answer, but she paused and thought hard for a moment when she realized something. “You know, I’m not really sure. I never got a straight answer.”

"Well whatever it was for, your Grandmother must have had wonderful tastes in books." Elphaba nodded towards the shelf where she had discovered the very rare magic book. "This is the most wonderful collection of the most rarest books I have ever seen. Some of them not even the most powerful sorcerers had access to."

"You're the only woman I know who can be laying naked with a stunningly beautiful wife and talk about books instead of sex."

"We had sex."

"Oh, so we can't have more?"

Elphaba answered by tackling her wife playfully into the floor and grinning down at her. Glinda gave a wonderful squeal and wiggled underneath her. In no time at all they were rolling around, laughing and giggling. In their naked, playful wrestling they accidently knocked into a isolated library which shook, and then something heavy fell off of the top.

"OW!" Glinda cried, rubbing her head.

"Glinda!" Elphaba immediately sat up with a worried look.

"No, no I'm fine. Something fell on my head." Glinda said, rubbing her head once more before glaring at the large book which had collided onto her head when she had pinned Elphaba down. "I was winning too!"

"We were having a contest?" Elphaba smirked.

"Of course!" Glinda pouted. "I was going to have my way with you!" But she reached for the book to stick it uncaringly onto a nearby desk, when something slipped out of the cover. Glinda paused and looked down at the folded piece of paper. It was yellow and fragile looking, an ancient piece of parchment.

Elphaba carefully picked it up and unfolded it. Glinda snuggled into her side, looking at the paper. It was a short letter, penned in emerald ink in fancy handwriting.

Dearest One,

I find myself lost without thy touch. I am unable to rest without thy sweet voice singing softly in my ear.

My heart aches for thee, my soul cries out for thy love.

Please, return to me soon, my heart, my protector.

"It seems your grandmother loved your grandfather very much." Elphaba said, carefully putting the note back into the book. "I wonder why it was in this book's cover."

Glinda said nothing. She was shocked. Elphaba looked at her in concern. "My sweet, what's the matter?"

"That handwriting..."

"What about it?"

"...It's not my grandmother's..."