Alfie was still feeling a little green when the older boy showed up, and as he looked up there was a moment where he looked like he might be ill all over the feet that were kicking his, but it faded.
He recognized Goyle, of course. Every lower form knew to avoid Goyle and Crabbe and the other Slytherin goons if they could.
... It looked like he couldn't, at least not right now.
"Cattermole," He said, finally, getting to his feet. "What do you want, Goyle?" And why the hell was he standing so sodding close? And... glaring. Alfie was sure he hadn't done anything to him!