“So who do you vote for?” Rafael asked, pushing Hope’s incoming fist out of the way. “Witches? Werewolves? Both?”
“I won’t be voting for anybody.” Hope grunted, leaning into her punch.
Rafael smirked. “Not even a pity vote for Jed?”
Hope laughed at that. “Maybe a pity vote for Jed.” She ducked under his swing. “But if my witch choices are the Saltzman twins or Katie who gets nosebleeds trying to light a candle, I’d rather stay far away from the election.”
“What if I ran? Would you vote for me?” Sweat ran down the sides of Rafael’s face in beads, but Hope looked as if the fight wasn’t even a warmup for her. 
“Are you gonna run?” she laughed.
Rafael grabbed her hand, pausing the sparring to catch his breath. 
“I might.”
“The election ends at midnight.” Hope took the time to adjust the clasps on her gloves. “That’s a little close to begin your campaign any later.”
“MG just started his campaign today,” Rafael pointed out. “I can do it, too.”
“Alright.” Hope sighed and smiled. “Then I’ll vote for you if you can beat me.” She raised her fists again.
“You’re on.”
Hope wasted no time taking him down. Her foot solidly met the back of his knees, dropping him to the gym floor.
“Looks like you don’t get my vote,” she taunted proudly, pinning him down. 
Rafael rolled his eyes. “You probably can’t even vote for werewolves anyways.”
“Shut up.”