James jerked back in surprise at being grabbed without any warning, suddenly aware of the strength and the size of the other student now that he was on his feet, interpreting the move as aggressive. James had noticed he was quite a bit stronger than his classmates, assumed a lot of it had to do with the extra year he had on most of them and a lifestyle very different from sitting around studying or in classes.
Except this one was several inches taller than himself, very solidly built, and if James had both arms he'd still probably be able to take him in a fight with his training, but suddenly he wasn't quite certain.
He allowed himself to be pulled out into the hall, mostly because he didn't want others watching in on whatever was about to happen. He couldn't quite come up with what this student wanted, everything happening way too quickly to process. Maybe this had been somebody who wanted him dead and was now angry he was still alive. No longer knowing a person made it incredibly difficult to read them, no idea how he was supposed to respond.
"You wanna fight, punk?" he snarled, shoving the other roughly in the chest once the door fell closed.