Alex arched one eyebrow, then sat back, one arm around his bent knee. "I know when to keep my mouth shut," he said, then snorted. "Not like I talk to much of anybody anyway. Haven't you heard? I'm the weird Weasley who'd rather be by himself most of the time."
He rubbed at his nose, then looked over at George, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And my life's already hell." He was intrigued at the idea of keeping secrets, and not being bored, and exactly what one had to do with the other. "So spill."