Electra's POV
Principal Astor was staring at me like I'd sprouted a second head. Her dark eyes were wide, disbelief etched into every line of her face as she gawked at me from across her desk.
Meanwhile, I sat there, completely unfazed, meeting her incredulous gaze with my own unblinking one. I leaned back slightly in the chair, my arms crossed, the faint ghost of a smirk playing on my lips. If she was hoping to intimidate me, she was going to be sorely disappointed.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she cleared her throat, the sound sharp and disapproving. "Ms. Hook," she began, her voice low but heavy with restrained anger. "Would you care to explain what in the world got into you? How in the name of the gods did you think it was acceptable to beat up four students with food trays and pour hot food on them?"
