Leathan's face twisted in disgust as Rita ran her nail along his front and, as she moved off of him, he rubbed his hand over his front as if trying to remove something that might harm him. Before he could do more than that, however, Rita had turned her attention to Josh. Never a good idea, the Quidditch reporter hating her as much as he did.

Still, Josh was big boy and could always handle a few ill-spoken words. It was when the witch turned her attention to Morela, that she'd made her mistake. Leathan couldn't have stopped the next sequence of events from happening if he'd wanted to.

He didn't want to. Make note of that.

Josh, in a move so fast it gave every creedence to his Dangerous Dai Medals, was standing up, River landing on her arse on the ground as Josh ate the distance between him and the reporter in a few long strides. He was shoving Morela, unceremoniously, out of the way as he reached for Rita, his hands gripping the front of her shirt.

She was tiny enough for the tall wizard that it took very little for him to lift her to his eye level. A look of rage that rarely graced his features took over.

"You goddamn, bloody slag! You're not wanted here, do you understand me. You get yourself and your damn notes out of her and fast," he growled, giving her a hard shake before he was dropping her from his grip.