Callum couldn't believe what he was hearing from all of this people. If that weren't enough, the way Bill had just dragged Charlie to a corner, showing no respect whatsoever and undermining the hierarchy at the camp. His anger boiled over, but not for long, until he couldn't take it anymore.
"Boys." He glared at the kiddies, because they would be the easiest to get rid of. "Get ready for bed, and if I see any of you outside of your bloody tent, even to piss, you'll be picking up dragon dung with your bare hands for the rest of this fucking war. Now get the fuck out of here, and tell Weasley that he's not off the hook either." There was no way that he didn't know what was going on.
He didn't even bother lowering his voice when he turned to the girl with the camera. "You get that fucking thing out of my face, before I turn it to pieces and make you eat it." He glared at one of the twins, and since he couldn't be sure which was which, he turned to the other as well. "You open any bottles and I'm putting them up your arses. Some of you are supposedly adults, then I suggest you get these kids out of our fucking camp before someone gets hurt."
Callum shook his head. "You might not know how things work here, but anything could cause the dragons to be spooked, especially a fucking werewolf, as she well knows, and to bring this kind of mayhem. You lot might be okay with deaths on your conscience, but we're working our arse off to make sure those kids survive, and I will not any of you ruin it because you're all out of your fucking mind. So leave. Now."