It was one of those perfect stereotypical Ravenclaw days where Alfie had his nose in a book almost all day, a cup of tea, and a cozy sweater on even though it was summer. Alfie wasn't one to cope with the seasons so he did what he wanted when he wanted. The castle still had cold drifts every once in a while so if he could get away with it, he would. He was almost done with his book he had been reading. He actually started it this morning and it had taken this long to get to the final few pages. He was reading a page a minute and wasn't going to put it down for nothing... Until he heard the screaming.
He froze for a second trying to decide if he had actually just heard what he thought he had heard. The banging and screaming continued and Alfie started to get nasty looks from some of his housemates especially with how clear his name was being yelled out and he knew he needed to take care of this. What was she even screaming about anyways? Sighing, Alfie slammed his book shut and stood making his way to the common room door. He pulled his sweater down, adjusting it to be the length he liked it at before reaching for the door handle and opening it. Immediate upon stepping outside the common room, he pulled the door shut and said, "Mykie, what the heck are ya screaming for? Half my housemates want to kill me!"