Things were winding down for the day thankfully, the dragons were resting for the night and Baron would be taking over the night shift, and he and Callum were in the mess talking about plans for the upcoming days, training schedules and things they needed to make sure and try the kids out on while they could when suddenly his attention was taken away from the conversation to the cacophany of noise that sounded just outside the mess tent and he turned in time to see what he assumed were members of his family - though he couldn't be quite sure what with their clothes and was that makeup?
Jesus they were going to get themselves killed, and if they didn't get the dragons riled up Charlie was going to happily do it himself. Possibly with his bare hands.
"What the bloody hell are you lot doing here." He was on his feet stopping them, as best he could being that there were a lot more of them than him. "Dammit, we have rules down here for a reason, not so you all can just show up making a ruckus for no good reason." He growled. "Now I don't care why you're here, I don't care if you've gotten permission from Snape, Alastor, or you Jamie, you lot are getting out of my camp or I'm feeding you all to the dragons."