Abigail shook her head but suppressed any other expression of exasperation. Once Rose was gone though, she would surely be willing to break that vase she hated back in her room to vent her annoyance!
"Yes," she replied calmly. "My father is Draco Malfoy."
"My sister isn't a Prefect. Only one male and one female per year. She is my twin so...we are in the same year," she explained. "It might be my brother's night to patrol?" she ventured. Though, that wouldn't be right. Scoripius was the same year as Rose. So, it would be Gryffindor and Slytherin if it was his night.
"Perhaps I misread it."
Was she being deceived? The Weasleys had a reputation, after all. Was Rose out looking for some sort of mischief?
This Donald boy, was that her boyfriend?
"Perhaps we should find a schedule to clear things up?" she suggested to the older girl, feeling emboldened because Rose seemed to be deferring to her.