Chapter 16 - Perfect Princess Prefect

                                    

                                          
𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 16
𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 
Astraea found herself patrolling the seventh floor of the castle alone. Occasionally having conversations with the portraits on the walls as she does so. 
She stumbled upon something curious, however, an open door that she had not recognized before. But that wasn't her concern. Her concern was the movement she could hear inside it indicating that a student was out of bed. 
She takes a deep breath, drawing her wand in case of a struggle so she could just easily ease the person's legs sparing her the need to run after them.
She walks quietly towards the door. She could now make out that more than one student was stalking after hours. 
She swung the door open, catching the hooligans, but was immediately stunned when she saw six Slytherin boys in front of her, looking just as stunned to see the princess.
"Oh shit," Lestrange mutters.
Astraea looks around the room. A Crystal chandelier was hung above a pool table that was surrounded by leather chairs. But instead of a pool ball, the table was littered with papers; some were even of the daily prophet. The green and black furniture were contrasted by the cashmere and creme carpets and pillowcases on the chairs. This was not a room she had seen before. 
"Hello princess, fancy seeing you here," Avery says with conviction.
"It's past curfew," she felt awkward seeing as she was in a room filled with her father's approved suitors for her.
"Thank you for telling us that," Avery once again replied. 
As for the others: Theodore Nott, Abraxas Malfoy, Articus Lestrange, Evan Rosier, and Orion Black, they were just staring her down like she was a lion stumbling in a desert.
She hadn't thought this through, Evan and Articus must be livid with her and would want nothing more than to see her head on the Guillotine. Her only comfort was that Theodore Nott would at least have the decency to stop his friends.
She sighs not knowing what to do. But she was a prefect, and duty comes first before personal relations. 
"Kindly return to your dorms please," she remains situated by the door frame.
"Kindly get the hell out, Astraea." Abraxas Malfoy orders coldly.
Astraea raised an eyebrow, a little taken aback by his rudeness. "No, you're breaking the rules, you'll lose house points if you don't step out by the next minute."
"Look, princess, you have graced the room with your ethereal face long enough. So, as my bottle blond friend says, leave, please." Orion Black smirks, finding entertainment.
"You just about lost fifty points for Slytherin. Now, I will not ask again as my patience can only run so long," she steps further into the room. "Back to your dorms."
"Or what you'll tell our parents?" Orion teases like she was a child.
"No, but my eagle longs for a scratch of flesh and friends. Would you like to meet her?" 
That shut them up for about a few seconds before Lestrange scoffs attempting to pull his wand from his pocket.
"Oh come on, Lestrange, that wand will be useless seeing as your head is an open ground," 
"Well, now, at least we know what to expect of you before our actual formal introduction." Abraxas rolls his eyes, puffing a cigar from his teeth.
"Can't say I could relate; I've always expected nothing great from you all," she shrugs.