elphaba-rose-wilde

"Every two weeks. I could set my calendar by it. Bog it! Greenwich could set itself by it!" And of course, there it was, exactly as expected, on her dresser, in front of the mirror. Except that "her" dresser and "her" mirror were no longer the same ones accustomed to hosting this small, should-have-been innocuous clear sphere of is-it-crystal-or-glass. Apparently moving out of her dad's house, going to university, and living in the dorm (1,500 miles away, thank you!) wasn't going to make delivery of this item late or non-existent. She had pondered whether the change in time zone would make delivery seem late. What if the Underground went on