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[color=powderblue][b]Interacting with[/b]: [/color]Eastern Council of Oz, Herself [/center][hr][hr]
[color=powderblue]Bored, bored, [i]bored[/i]. Anyone would think being a witch of Oz would be all fun and games, with servants attending to your every need and celebrations being held every time you sneezed. In reality, it was long council meetings and pretending to care about each Ozian's tiny problem. Evanora was mentally taking a note of every person in the room, giving each of them an extra special death. The one with the moustache would be dipped in acid, she decided with a smile.
 
[center][b]"Miss Congaria? Your thoughts?"[/b][/center]
She blinked lazily at the regal-looking woman to her right that had addressed her. [color=powderblue][b]"Hmm? Oh, yes. I agree." [/b][/color]The witch nodded, her soft brown locks bouncing against her shoulders- satisfied with her answer.[b] "So you think that we should execute all servants and workers alike if they are not of Oz origin?"[/b] Evanora almost chuckled. [i]That would've been a disaster.[/i] [color=powderblue][b]"Of course not. I was just making sure you were listening, Miss Heliotrope."[/b][/color] She smiled sweetly at the woman, but she felt the familiar spark between her fingers that occurred when she was irritated. A moment of silence passed before the mind-numbing conversation continued, making every second feel like an hour. 

Evanora was just contemplating incinerating them all on the spot when a breath stirred in her ear. The words whispered to her by a servant brought a flicker of mischief to her features, quickly concealed by a cough that also gave her the attention of the council.[color=powderblue][b] "I am dreadfully sorry, my lovelies, but I must depart now on urgent business." [/b][/color]Her smile was sickeningly sweet as she stood up and smoothed down her skirts.[color=powderblue][b] "Please, continue discussing our land's most precious future." [/b][/color]With a wave of her hand, the double doors behind her swing open and she glided through them, letting them shut behind her with a bang. The facade dropped the second she disappeared from sight- shoulders slumping, features softening, and a steady stream of curses slipping from her lips as she made her way down one of the many pointless halls of this stupid palace. It wasn't fair. Of course Glinda would get the parties and the fun and the dancing, while Evanora had to sit at a table and figure out the cost of the celebrations she wasn't even invited to. 

The Witch of the East's chambers were large and open, a whole wall had been knocked down to reveal the beautiful views of Munchkin Country; and, if she squinted hard enough, she could even make out the faint glimmer of the Emerald City on the horizon. She wasn't interested in admiring the countryside, however, and her deep blue gaze was fixed on one object and one object only. Her crystal ball. 

[center][color=powderblue][b]"Show me Glinda." [/b][/color]

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With her hands pressed flat against the smooth glass, she watched as the orb's transparency began to shift into a cloudy blue colour. Then, after a moment's stillness, a familiar face came into view- one with an expression of pure bliss. There was cheering and happiness all around the Good Witch of the South, as per usual. Ignoring the fierce stab of jealousy, Evanora shifted her gaze to the full-length looking glass across from her. Her [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/cc/d8/62ccd8cd6a026bdee3ea6ab5dacf8646.jpg]dress[/url] looked like a drab scrap of material next to Glinda's, her hair looked limp and straggly next to the other witch's luscious curls, and her powers were pitiful when compared to hers. 

The piercing sound of shattering glass tore Evanora from her daze. She blinked. Who smashed her looking glass? Looking down at her hands, she watched as the familiar, crackling blue sparks faded to a dull glow beneath her skin. The looking glass, too, was glowing faintly. She let out a long, shaky breath.[color=powderblue][b] "I need a holiday."[/b][/color]

She watched in sullen silence as servants fussed at the mess, sweeping up the broken glass without a questioning glance. [i]Smart little things.[/i] None of them dared to make eye contact with her, but did not fail to acknowledge her existence. Their curious eyes darted around the room, however, picking up on the little details that they could chat about in the kitchens later on. Her eyes fixed on one servant girl in particular gazing with open curiosity at her crystal ball. Making sure that her glamor was strong- strong enough to make her seem at least thirty to anyone nearby- she waved her hand dismissively. [b]"You may leave." [/b]

As they curtsied awkwardly, she held out a slender hand to point at the curious servant girl.[b] "Stay." [/b]Evanora waited until the other servants were out of sight before beckoning the girl over, a hint of a smirk playing at her lips.[b] "You're curious, aren't you? About my crystal ball?" [/b]The smirk widened as the girl stammered for an answer. [b]"Hush, my pet, and put your hands here."[/b] She demonstrated, pressing her palms flat against the glass once more. Her eyes followed the girl's now-trembling hands as they did so accordingly. Evanora leaned in, her voice a soft whisper in the girl's ear.[b] "Watch."[/b][/color]