If Bella had looked like easy prey before, now she looked like something that was aware it was being stalked by a predator. Her thoughts on his new profession were surprising, but she was absolutely right. Referring to his students as fuckwits wasn't going to endear him to the Headmaster.
"Maybe I should just get it all out now?" he suggested with a smirk. Misha tried to veer out of the direct path of the splash, but ended up with a face full of lake water. He sputtered, even more devoted to his plan now.
"Huh, Bella? Just get every single curse word I know out, in the middle of this very lake? I know some doozies."
Like a flash, Misha took off after Bella, as she headed in the opposite direction. The muscles in his arms were still strong from the recent end of the quiddich season and he quickly caught up to her fluttering feet.
"Sweet fucking son of a bitch hell whore damn, you're fast!" he yelled out, trying not to laugh his way to a watery grave.