Van heard about a fight breaking out in the courtyard and followed the group of students out to catch a glimpse for himself. Usually when a fight was happening, he was somehow involved in one way or another, so he was curious to see what was going on.
The shouting in German was what he heard first and he knew who that voice belonged to before needing to see her. Fisher, fighting... a werewolf? He snickered when he arrived at the scene, as did several other students. Dean clearly wasn’t fighting back, knew better than to try, but that wasn’t stopping the wild attacks of the witch.
It took a few minutes before Van remembered he was Vice President and should do something about this. Something to stop it. It was something Brendan would like him to do, not that that was a driving force behind Van stepping into the ring of students. Not at all.
“Hey, Fisher, knock it off!” He grabbed her by the arms from behind when she launched at Dean again and was able to stop her forward momentum. “Back off, Dean. Let’s just talk about this. What happened?”