All Work And No Play [open]

Electra blinked in surprise as the angel appeared before her. Yes, an angel. There was no doubt about that. Even without the mega set of wings, this girl had a vibe about her that Electra could best describe as . . . clean. Why, she even looked the part.

"Wow, thanks."  Electra said as she accepted the cup from the angel girl.  With the surprise wearing off the witch remembered her manners and smiled. "Your timing couldn't have been any better.  I think I was about to faint from boredom." She shifted into a normal sitting position, then pushed her bag carelessly off of the seat beside her; inviting her hot cocoa provisioner to sit if she wanted. 

Maybe Electra's past preconceptions about angels had been wrong after all.  With the little contact that she had with the winged beings, she had kind of assumed they'd be self-righteous or stuck up.  Most likely both.  But this girl looked like she couldn't think a mean thought if she wanted. 

"I'm Electra, by the way."  

"Nice to meet you."  Electra pealed back the lid of her cocoa and blew into the cup to cool it down.  The lenses of her glasses fogged up until she couldn't see out of them. "And that's a good guess.  Politics paper.  I can't think of a more enjoyable way to spend an afternoon."  She said as she took her off her glasses and placed them on the arm of her chair.  She only needed them to read anyways, and that was over with for now.

"But I hate talking about school stuff, so do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"  The witch leaned in a little closer, glancing both ways suspiciously before looking back at Evangeline with a serious expression.  "You guys don't make a habit of smiting people, do you?  Because to be honest, I haven't been to church in . . . " She paused for a moment in thought. "Well, ever."

The question was . . . well at least partly a joke.  Electra wasn't exactly an expert on on the other species.  Her mother used to tell her that angels would incur their holy wrath on little girls who stole regents from the potion pantry, but that proved to be otherwise untrue.  Apart from that, Electra had little more than speculation on the subject.

"Well, that's certainly good to know." Electra chirped after Evangeline finished her angel explanation. She held her cup with both hands, warming them up as she took in the information with a thoughtful expression. I guess it would be silly to ask about the harps and halos too. The witch had to admit, it would be pretty cool to get to know someone with such a different . . . background than hers.  
Electra smiled wryly when the angel asked her what she was. "Why, I'm a witch." She said, not without some satisfaction. "I'm not surprised you couldn't tell, though. I left my pointed hat and broomstick back in my dorm." Another joke, although back home her parents really liked to push the witch stereotypes (Electra was forced to dress as such every Halloween until she was thirteen).  "Anyway, I guess we can both check another species off of our to-meet lists."