Need a coat...

Ela stood on the ledge of the roof looking down, her wings outstretched in case she should fall. She had come intending to look at the school grounds, and the students, but had forgotten two things.
A coat. She stood exposed in a tee shirt and jeans.
And a hair tie. Her long raven hair whipped around her face with no mercy.
This was NOT turning out to be the best day. Slowly she felt around the back of the ledge so that she could step down. She stepped down with one foot but a large chilly gust of wind knocked her from her perch. She toppled over onto the roof with a thud.
oof... the wind escaped her lungs. Her body shivered in the cold and she rolled over trying to catch her breath. She was a pitiful sight, that was for sure.
As soon as she had caught her breath she stood and sat on the ledge again with a sigh she hung her head, her raven hair covering her face.
this sucks...

Ela heard the voice, hers eyes got bigger for a moment. Not that the young man could see with her hair in her face.
Who I am, is none of your business...although who you are, would simply be common courtesy. Seeing as how I was here first. she said without looking up at him.
She was NOT good around other people. That much was obvious. But she could talk to them...if she didn't want to be nice.
Plus she was was still slightly miffed at herself for falling over in the first place, and even more miffed at the fact that he may or may not have seen her in such a pitiful display of weakness. And she was NOT weak.

Elatrion sat up pushing her hair out of her eyes and looking at him.
I am slightly harder than that to kill. she remarked and stretched out her long dark wings with a smirk.
Somehow people tended not to notice her wings. Although she did keep them curled to her body most of the time, and she always had her long lower back length hair down so it might be slightly difficult to notice them, but then maybe people around here were used to them, just as she was.
why do you introduce yourself like that? Do you have self esteem issues or something? she asked with a note of cynicism in her voice.

Ela shrugged.
They don't have to impress you for me to get away, or to keep from falling. And to be honest, you'd have to be pretty fast to torch me. she said and smirked. More so for herself. He probably could torch her, but she would just cause illusions of it backfiring and catching himself on fire. It'd been a while since she'd used her power, but he seemed like the kind of person she wouldn't feel too badly about doing so. Some psychosis would either do this guy some good, or completely push him over the edge. Can we say Psych ward?
Yeah.
So, do you choose to pick on people or is it just some sort of sick calling?

Ela looked at the boy.
man, what a jerk.
A small gasp escaped her mouth, and some blood rushed to her face. She had wished no one had seen that.
That was merely a slight lapse of coordination. And please, I prefer to think of it as Id. she said with a smile, referring to her animal instincts.