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Time for a brodown.

WHO: Bro Strider, Murdoc Donoghue and Peter Banks
TONE: Fighting and angry men
RATING: PG13???
WHEN: After the teacher post
WHERE: Peter's office
WHAT: Bro wants to bring the pain.
STATUS: ongoing

Quite a few things have happened in the hours between the teacher's discussion and now. Murdoc slammed his book shut, and at that point he was quite ready to end it. Awkward or not, he had nothing more to say. Certainly not an apology.

What he had not counted on was Peter coming to his door. Even after slamming it in his face and leaning against it he still wound up being tugged down the halls and to the younger man's office, protesting the entire time. What if Sybille sees. What if anyone sees.

Now he's pacing back and forth in the other man's office, waiting for the right moment to storm off and out.

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"Honestly. Stop pacing before I charm your shoes to the floor." But Peter doesn't really mean it and there's a kind of exasperated fondness in his voice. He's a little tense too because he's aware he's sitting on a powder keg with these two. He doesn't care about the Strider much, but he wasn't kidding about being horribly fond of Murdoc, and he dislikes the sniping and arguing and continually bringing the children into it. So if he has to sacrifice a bit to get them to stop, so be it.

Murdoc grunts in response, pacing for a few more cycles just so it doesn't look like he's being a pushover. Then he spins on his heel and tramps over to Peter's desk.

"I've every right to pace and I'll do it if I want. Is he even comin'? Where is he? Has he responded?"

He flips through the pages of the journal, totally invading the other's privacy as he looks for the entry.

"He's coming. Don't be nervous. We'll get this resolved."

Peter sighs, but doesn't object to Murdoc taking a look. He hasn't had that many private conversations, after all. He's too busy trying to think of ways to get them to stop being at each other's throats anyway.

Of course Bro was going to be late. Soho wasn't exactly close to Hogwarts, and making it to the castle in a timely fashion with an excited eleven year old wasn't exactly easy. There was also the fact he was still mad as a fucking hornet at Dualscar. But he kept himself under control for the sake of Dirk. Until he'd dropped him off at the hospital wing with Dave, and then it was back to being piss the fuck off.

So a little while later, Bro does show up. When he comes through the door, his pokerface is on in full force, but it's obvious that he's radiating anger. He doesn't even look at Peter, he just glares at Dualscar from behind his shades.

"You can fuck with me all you want," Bro says slowly, "But do not fuck with my kid." His hand twitches as if he wants to reach for his wand, but he stops himself. He didn't truly come here just to fight, but god he wants to.

Murdoc tosses the journal down onto the desk, not finding anything of interest in it. He turns to look about the room, trying to distract himself from his foul mood.

"Why do you care?" He asked in a flat tone, raising his eyebrow at the other man curiously.

Before Peter has a chance to reply, Bro is in the room. Murdoc's only reaction is to glare right back at him. He watches that hand and his back stiffens, as if considering the location of his own.

"I don't want to fuck with either of you, Strider."

Peter is about to answer, but then the door is open and Strider is there. And then he decides that he doesn't care that Strider is there so he speaks anyway. "Because against my better judgement I've grown fond of you."

He takes a breath, very aware of the tension in the room. "It sounds like neither of you really wants to fuck with the other or their families. Why the hell are you still fighting?"

"Because," Bro says, "He thinks he's trying to be funny now." He takes a step towards Murdoc, his hands balled up into fists to keep himself from reaching for his wand. "You know what I fucking meant, so don't try that. Do not say a fucking word about Dave ever again."

Anger boils up at him as he remembers what Murdoc said. He called Dave a failure. A fucking failure. Jesus fucking christ, what the hell was he doing trying to keep the peace? He was a Strider and that wasn't going to fly. Screw peace.

Suddenly he's rushing forward and he's fast. One of the fists he'd had balled up is drawn back and he's swinging it forward right at Murdoc's face. Because fuck magic, fists hurt way more.

Murdoc is choosing to keep silent for now, though he could think of several comebacks. He's watching Bro's every move with a trained caution. He watches his hand and he awaits the wand.

He anticipates the attack but he wasn't quite ready for the speed. He braces as the first connects with his cheek, sputtering as he steps back, becoming increasingly infuriated.

Thinking along the same lines as bro, he neglects his wand and brings his own fist up hard and fast, aiming for Bro's chin in the motion.

Peter is almost expecting the violence. He spares a moment to let them get their hits in, shaking his head and half-turning his back.

And then spins back around, firing off two full body binds in rapid succession. He's an excellent duelist, though he doesn't often reveal that. It's his ace, so to speak.

Under normal circumstances, Bro might have been able to defend himself against Peter. As it was, he was too busy worrying about the fist that had just connected with his jaw. He doesn't let out a sound, but his eyes flare behind his shades. It hurts just enough to piss him off even more, and he's about to throw another punch when Peter's spell his him

His limbs snap together and the only thing he's aware of is his absolute intense rage before he falls to the ground, stiff as a board. Motherfucker.

Murdoc is preparing for whatever Bro intends to throw back at him. What he didn't (and by now SHOULD) expect was Peter's binding spell.

If he could, he would roll his eyes and sigh as he fell to the ground. He's so very tired of feeling like a fainting goat around that boy.

It's tricky to levitate them both, but Peter does so, voice cold, snarly and very dangerous. "I have had enough of you disgraces."

He starts walking, silent for a long while, and not caring if they bump into anything as they float along behind him. As he heads across the grounds and into the forest he finally speaks again. "You claim this is in defense of your children and their honor but do you have any idea how much harm to them and their honor your little spat causes? Other children and other teachers lose all their respect for you and for the children you claim to be protecting. They see your faults in them. If you two want to be big bad lions fighting over pride, fine. I'll show you the law of the jungle. The acromantulas will probably find you delicious."

It's only when they're very very deep, and there are signs of spiderwebbing in the trees that he drops the spells, smiling sadly but wand raised defensively. "I'll make sure your children are well looked after if you two can't make it out alive."

There were so many things that Bro wanted to say as he was floating along the castle. Mainly, things of the 'fuck you, fuck everything you stand for, I am going to stab you in the eye' variety. But all he could do was float. Float and shout profanities in his mind because FUCK his head ended up hitting one of the statues and there went his shades.

He was pissed the fuck off by that point, but losing his shades? Oh jesus christ that made him see red. It was a wonder his eyes didn't just turn the same colour as Dave's because of how angry he was. But no, they were still orange. When Peter talked again, god he just wanted to punch him. He was barely even listening to what his co-teacher told him. The last part, though? That caught his attention. What fucking Acromantulas?

But there was no fear in his eyes at being in the forest. If Peter was trying to scare them, it wasn't fucking succeeding because he wasn't someone who could be intimidated like that. If anything, it just made him even angrier.

When the spells were finally lifted, Bro pulled himself off of the ground quickly, reaching for his wand and swiping it in the direction of Peter. "What the actual fuck?" he said, his eyes narrowed into a glare as anger radiated from him. It was a wonder that Peter didn't burst into flames right there. "I don't know where the fuck you come from, but I settle my fucking arguments with fists."

Or swords. Speaking of swords, he felt really naked without his. He flicked his wand in a random direction and nonverbally said Accio Sword.

The look Murdoc is throwing Peter is one of UTTER BETRAYAL. He's trying to ignore whatever it is he's saying. Feeling guilty won't help him now and backing down isn't an option.

He has a vague idea of where they're headed and he's almost amused by it. He wasn't scared of the forest, but he did not like the idea of being stuck in here with that ridiculous excuse for a man one bit.

He bounces up to his feet when the spell is dropped and starts preening seconds after. He snorts at Bro's comment and glances at him from the corner of his eye, but his gaze is fixed almost entirely on Peter.

"Settle them with fists, eh? You did a damn good job of that, didn't you?"

He folds his arms over his chest, looking unimpressed with the entire situation.

Peter is completely calm, almost nonchalant. At least on the surface, because he's inwardly facepalming at the two continuing their fight when they are right outside an acromantula nest. It's like they want to get themselves in even more mortal danger.

So all he says, quietly, is, "I wasn't kidding about the acromantulas. Maybe fighting for your lives against something else will help you gain some respect for each other."

The spiders are smart and devious but he can already tell they're gathering, even if he can only hear a few stray clicks and rustles. So he casts a charm. It's mostly smoke and distraction, but the herb he tosses into it does have the effect of warding off the spiders a few seconds longer. The second charm, under the cover of the smoke is a dissillusionment charm. Cheap, and they could still find him by touch or by accident, but it should achieve the effect he's looking for. Namely, the appearance of being gone entirely from the scene.

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