Audrina saw Alfie, and noticed he looked, not lost per say, but, like he was working something out more than anything else. She was just about to ask him if he were lost, or needed help when she felt something.
It was cold, and wet. And it hit her square in the back of the head. She stopped in her tracks and felt her hair. Slimey. She looked at her ringed fingers. They were coated in something sickly green, something that smelled vaguely old eggs, and a tinge of rubbish. She turned around, and saw Peeves. His jolly face twisted up in a grin. He held an old cauldron in his hands. One she recognised from the sink in potions class.
"What was that for?" she asked, her voice was tinged with both concern and disgust. She looked over to Alfie to see if he too was pelted with disgusted cauldron water.