"We're encouraged to chat this sort of shit to our mates," Alfie said, under his breath, and even then, he hadn't told Drew or anyone what he and Julien did. It was private.
When Goyle was approaching him again, Alfie readied for a punch. He didn't care about those, really as long as he got them and not someone else. He could take a punch.
And finally, a job. It was better than this conversation, at least. "More essays?" He asked.