Derek was on his way back from the loo when, out of the corner of his eye, a sudden movement caught his attention. Peering in that direction, Derek was just in time to see Chester Scabior, whom he intensely disliked, haul off and sock Quidditch star Drystan Fawcett, whom he was nearly certain he dislike, right in the face. Then he saw Bess Zeller throwing herself in the middle, and looking as though she was trying her best to separate the two and send Chester on his way. It might have worked, Derek thought, had the Quidditch player not duched around Bess and thrown a punch of his own. This exchange of blows continued for a moment, before Derek realized several things A) Chester was an asshole B) Drystan seemed like an asshole C) but Bess didn't seem to have a problem with him D) Bess did have a problem with Chester and C) This was Rachel's wedding reception, and if she caught wind of any of this, all parties involved and standing near would be eviscerated.
With that information, Derek did the only sensible thing one might do in a situation like that, and interfered.
"Oi! All right, break it—break it up—" He threw his burly self into the fray, extracting the still-fighting Chester as best he could. And considering he'd always wanted to do the following, an indescribable wave of pleasure fell over him.
"Mr. Scabior," he began, not without some cheer in his voice, "I believe you're now under arrest for assault and disturbance of the peace. I'm quite certain I shall have to take you in, now."
In his heart of hearts, Derek rather hoped Chester would resist arrest.
He shot Bess a quizzical look, then glanced quickly at the recovering Drystan, trying to ascertain whether or not she still required his assistance, and if she was all right.
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