"Yeah," Alfie pulled closed a paddock gate that he thought he'd closed before, and shrugged. Brown hair was like his sister's, which he always assumed was just more natural than other colours, somehow, when it came to girls, but he wasn't quite thick enough to say that.
"Well, I don't hang about to get caught by prefects or anything. If they were going to kick me out for anything it would be for my gra - " Suddenly he trailed off, looking in the direction of the forest.
He could have sworn he'd heard ... something. He wasn't sure what.