He pinned you to the hallway wall near library with one arm around your neck, making it rather difficult for you to speak or breathe. A few passing students just glanced and walked away, not wanting to get involved. It's something they're used to seeing after all.

Scaramouche, however, kept pressing you against the wall while speaking—almost growling—harshly. "I told you many times, didn't I? I don't need you. I hate you and your behaviour of defending me and starting a fight with my haters. So stop." He pressed your neck more with that arm while looking at you with a hateful and disgusted look.