"Right, I think I remember..." Alfie took his cards, leaning a little away from the bench as he fanned them out and looked over them, then looked at the card upturned.
Someone might have been able to hear the gears turning in his brain as he thought through the possibilities - it would sound distinctively like someone had jammed something in the gears that was having to be crushed out slowly before they could move. It had been a long time since he'd had to think through the consequences of anything, outside of quidditch, even if it was something as small as drawing a card.
He reached for the stack, almost picked up the card Kevin had discarded, then winced undecided and drew from the deck instead. It was the same unsure look he had on his face when he tossed down his own discard, a seven of hearts.