James, Leon, and open because this may get ugly
Leon had earned a sort of reputation at the school as one of those people you just didn't fuck with. People had tried, and people had failed. When he was a witch, it was all about balance for Leon. Eye for an eye. If someone got bold enough to threaten him or mistake him as a weak powerless human simply because of his lean build and delicate features, they learned to never do it again. Voodoo was frightening to people, and so were vampires. Leon had both going for him now. In fact, some students believed he could still practice Vodun.
Leon, as a Hydra, as a Voodooisant, as an Expert, and as a vampire, was privileged with almost complete autonomy at the Academy. The one person who was the exception to that rule wore a $500 haircut and shoes that cost more than Leon had ever earned in his life. James Weatherby's grab in the hall and push to corner him against the wall might have been the most ballsy thing he had done, but it was a close tie to their earlier encounters and Leon was too stunned to keep score, anyway.
"James," he hissed. "Don't touch me." Hazel eyes flashing, Leon pushed away from the wall in order to pass James and continue on his way. He'd give him that one chance that James was maybe drunk and not realizing Leon was not alone. Not when he had Andrei in the next room, a thought away.