Alfie caught the rolled up scrolls as they landed in his lap and scowled at them. Potions was a subject he was shite at, and seventh year Potions work had to be even worse. But then again, how would Goyle notice. He glared up at the other boy as he got to his feet.
"Fine," He said, "After classes." And e couldn't believe he didn't have a way out of this.