Al's shoulders twitched and suddenly he sat up very straight in his seat, yet his tone was casual, all the same. Or as casual as someone like Al could manage. "S-someone accused me of spying and using them for a story. I need proof that I haven't been trained at Rita Skeeter's knee."
He made a quick note on the margins and gave Dylan a brief, smug smirk.
"So far, the lack of their name in The Daily Prophet looks encouraging. If this continues throughout the week, I will be able to prove him wrong."