The common room was overrun by new faces. The new first years hadn't yet learned the merit of spending time outside of the castle yet, and seemed determined to stick with their housemates, for the most part. Slytherins especially, being so prideful, tending to want to find their own place within their class very quickly. Everyone had their place, after all. Everyone had a role to fill.
For example, Bellamy was known to people in his year as the pyro, the grumpy one, the one who would never really want to talk to you, thanks very much. Which was all fine with him - if his reputation meant that people would leave him alone, he was perfectly fine with it.
However, life was a bit lonely. Both Bex and Serena had graduated - his older sister and the only girl he'd ever remotely trusted. Not that he needed someone to confide in, exactly. He just needed someone to vent to now and again. He entered the common room, intending to read some texts for his afternoon class. Scowling at the sight of the mostly empty room, he made his way to the fireplace, his seat of choice.
One of the seats was occupied by a younger blonde girl. She rolled her eyes at his glare, but nonetheless moved. Seniority had its perks. The boy occupying the other chair didn't even look at him, and Bellamy shrugged mentally. Silence was better anyhow.
Post by ASTER NICOLA on Jun 4, 2017 19:10:31 GMT -6
Aster had to admit that some of the older snakes were a little intimidating, but that was because he was pretty sure most of them were sorted into this house simply because they would eat the other houses if put with them. He was hanging out in the common room talking with a blonde girl. That is, until he ran out of conversation and decided to stare at a spider on the ceiling instead. She didn’t seem too terribly bothered by the conversation ending, or well he didn’t think she was. It was always harder for him to tell with girls, he just didn’t understand them. He didn’t understand boys either, but he at least could usually tell when they were annoyed by something. Girls were just better at hiding it he thought.
Anyway, he saw her get up and was rolling her eyes as she walked past which made him raise an eyebrow. Now okay he could tell that was annoyed, was it directed at him? He looked down a little and saw an older boy sitting on the couch where she had been. Wasn’t there like the entire rest of the couch to sit on? “Did you just kick her out of that seat?” he asked, moderately confused as to why he would. That was rude, and while he generally had no room to talk about rood what with throwing spiders at people, he was pretty sure pointedly taking someone’s seat when there were plenty of others available was the definition of rude.