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.