"I just threatened her!" she protests, pouting. "It's not my fault if she's going to take it the wrong way."

"Your idea of 'threatening' involves puns on eating people out," one of the people El sometimes trades with, Shinta, says with a distinctly unimpressed tone. (She is, other than El, one of the only people in the school not scared even a little of Luthien. Which says more about her own nerves of steel and general refusal to be impressed than anything else.) "You can't really be that surprised."

Pouting!

"So ambush her outside the workshop, fuck her against the wall, and let's all move on with our lives," El says. "The last thing we need is New York after us for jerking their perfect little pyromancer around. She's their graduation plan, everyone knows it."

"El," Luthien whines. 

"Lu," she mimics back.

...Hm. Then, with a smirk: "But I wouldn't want to make you jealous by having that much fun without you..." 

"What, you need me to hold your hand?"

"Or hold her down..."

"Seeing both of us together might actually scare her off."

"Though that could also make the problem worse... She'd be spoiled for any other girls."

"Burn that bridge when we get to it."

"Fine, fine, we'll do it your way." She kisses El's cheek. (And the barely restrained snickering of the freshmen and sophmores hiding behind them gets a bit less restrained.)

She spares a quick smile for Luthien then a glare for the peanut gallery. "And if any of you little fuckers spread this around, you can all find somewhere else to sit."

She giggles and throws in a saucy, terrifying wink, to a general round of squeaks and hasty agreements. 

Yeah, they're a good team. Best evil sorceresses.

"Speaking of the workshop," she turns to address Shinta. "I need some more materials for my term project. I was thinking about taking a trip down before curfew."

She hums, thoughtfully. "So you're looking for a third for the trip?" (It goes without saying that El and Luthien will be glued together for extracurricular things like this.)

"If you need anything."

"Assorted bits, mostly. Nothing specific." Which means she isn't eager to go down there herself, but will give them a good trade for anything they fill their pockets with. 

"Fair enough. I'll keep an eye out."

"Anyone else want to do a run down?"

No one else at the table looks especially eager to brave the stairs down at night.

But someone coincidentally passing by on the way to the door does!

"You're going to the shop? I'll tag along."

Exasperated face. ...Then glance at El.

And a predatory grin. "Let's go now." Before any New Yorkers can intercept, anyone can get cold feet, or anyone can think too hard about how dangerous this trip is. Better if they think the three girls are down there fucking, actually.