[act      I,     SCENE ONE.]       alfie stone,   awkwardly tall for his age,   A COMMANDING FIRST YEAR,    one    stuck - up  &ONE     step in front of the other and head held high.   HE HAD TO HAVE BEEN OF THE UTMOST ANNOYANCE TO PREFECTS OF THE FIFTH YEAR,    but he was one to   dismiss these dirty looks and continue on his way,   thick edged glasses perched on the bridge shrugged up by a scrunch of   the freckled curve of    HIS NOSE.