"I do?" Alfie took stock of himself again, nose scrunching up. "Yeah, I do. Farting out a dead foot though, brilliant..." He shrugged though, like it didn't bother him that much, and relaxed into his chair.
"Peeves threw a dirty cauldron at me and this Slytherin girl in the hallway. I've showered like at hundred times, and but it hasn't really worked to get it off. Sorry I scared you..." He felt a little bad for making her jump. He hadn't noticed that she'd been asleep.