Greg's face contorted into a scowl and he lunged that the boy again, ready to pin him to the wall. Clearly, this lad wasn't smart enough to figure out that he needed to do what was good for himself, at least in Greg's mind. He flew at him, his goal now to pin the other boy to the wall. Greg didn't care that he was hurting; it gave him an advantage over Alfie.
Greg's on hand reached for Alfie's throat while other went for a hand that might be moving towards what Greg could only assume was a wand.
"Did you not learn a thing, Mole? I'm in charge here, and you'll bloody well tell me whatever the fuck I want to know. If I bloody well want to know how it feels to grab his ass, you are fucking going to tell me, see?! Or I'm off to find your precious Julien and I'll ask him a thing or two. And then I'll announce to the whole damn school that you are fucking him, see?!"
Greg's hands squeezed, both of them, and his face was close to Alfie's as his hot breath blew on him. Greg's chest was rising and falling with his anger, and he let go of the boy's throat, not wanting to actual do serious bodily harm to his new lackey.
"So tell me. Does he know you fancy him that much, does he?"