Alex shrugged. "I can't exactly read their expressions. The only conversation that's even been remotely directed at me before today was Johnson whinging about them moving our dorms. We've been in the same one since first year. This year, they moved seventh-year boys to the first floor. Wonder why." His voice turned slightly bitter on the last, and he shook his head. "Been finding it for six years now. Reckon I still could."
The stone floors were even and smooth under his feet and his shoes were much quieter than the click of Princess's heels.
"Peterson helped me find my Charms book yesterday. Told me that I had a feather in my hair." Maybe that was 'glad to see him'. He couldn't tell.