Bellamy didn't like inside. Inside meant people. But he also hated outside because this time of year, outside meant cold. Therefore, there was the battle of being alone or being warm that was currently waging in his mind. To say the least, this made for a annoyed disposition and an all together rather unpleasant conversational partner. Maybe that's why Rebekah and Summer tended to ignore him during the winter time especially - they knew it made him even more insufferable than usual.
He'd decided to come outside, at least for the time being. He had to get away from the people who were mulling around absolutely everywhere it seemed - in the common room, in the dorm room, in the library - for fuck's sake, was Hogwarts suddenly overpopulated or something? He needed space. He had exited a side door of the castle and found a somewhat secluded spot on the lawns.
In front of him, he'd built a miniature firepit of sorts, which he was aiming his wand at every so often to add flames to. Every now and then, his aim would be off and instead send flames into some random direction on the lawns. He supposed he should have been worried about hurting someone, but he really wasn't bothered by the idea.
Dressed in her warmest coat and snuggest mittens, Nadia made the long trek down from Gryffindor tower for a walk outside. Normally she didn't mind being around her housemates, but today she needed a break from it all and felt that the fresh air would do her some good. Plus the cold had never really bothered her, so a brisk walk in the snow was of no consequence. Maybe she'd explore a part of the grounds she hadn't yet seen, just to spice things up a little. That could be fun.
By some miracle, she got downstairs and outside uninterrupted, something quite strange since she normally stopped to chat with at least one person any time she went anywhere. With the snow crunching under her boots, she rounded the corner of the castle just outside the front doors and headed alongside it. It already looked like a path rarely taken as there were few footprints marring the snow ahead of her.
It wasn't even until she'd gone quite a ways that she heard noise other than nature. Peering around another corner, Nadia saw a boy she recognized from her year in school, though he didn't seem to be having nearly as good a time as she was. "Perhaps try to not burn down the lawn," she suggested as she stepped into view, eyebrow raising and arms crossing over her chest.
He glared at a particularly vicious flame as it erupted from his wand tip and flew sideways, landing on a patch of snowy grass where it flamed briefly before inevitably burning out. He frowned at it, unsure why the flames weren't obeying the directions he was giving them, but attributed it to his varying mood. He was about the shoot another, perhaps more carefully aimed, purple flame from his wand when he heard a voice to his side.
Though it did not startle him very much, the flame still leapt off his his wand and scattered haphazardly. Glaring at the girl in question, whom he vaguely recognized, he shook his head a little in frustration. "You could try not to sneak up on people who are practicing making fire." He shot back, before returning to his previous fire-making activities as if she had never interrupted him.
Her eyes trailed after the flames as they left the tip of his wand and scattered to the ground. Oops. "It's not sneaking if I wasn't trying to be quiet," she pointed out. "Sneaking through the snow isn't the easiest of tasks." It wasn't her fault he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings. And if he'd hurt someone or something from it, that would have been solely his fault. "For the record, unless you're actually trying to set the grass on fire, which good luck with that, you're not flicking your wrist hard enough to direct the flame properly." Should she have left it alone and gone on her way? Probably. But she couldn't pass up the chance to tell someone they were doing something wrong.
Oh, great. This girl thought that he looked like he cared about her comeback and wanted advice. What gave her the idea that he remotely cared about what she was saying was beyond him, really. He still didn't bother to glance away from his wand and the erupting flames, nor did he give any acknowledgement that he had actually heard what she had said, advice or otherwise.
Instead, he did follow her directions, and flicked his wrist harder with the next attempt. The flame landed squarely in the fire pit. His lip turned upwards slightly at the small victory, but he quickly squashed any outward sense of happiness at the direction of the flame.
Though she could have easily just walked away and called things finished, Nadia continued to stand there with her arms crossed, watching the boy as he did the fire spell again. When the fire landed where he'd directed it to go, she felt her lips pulling into a smirk. She loved being right, even when people weren't grateful for it.
Now that she'd seen her words put to use, she should have walked away, but she still remained. "Much better," she commented lightly, already knowing it would make the boy bristle some more.
She could definitely tell he'd taken her advice. And she definitely felt superior for having provided it to him, of that he was certain. When she spoke again, he finally turned to look at her, his icy glare studying her carefully. She was definitely not in his house, but maybe in his year. He wanted to keep up his steely silence in the hopes it would make her go away, but he couldn't resist commenting on her remark.
"I suppose you think I now owe you a show of gratitude, or something?" He said with a mean sneer, clearly not about the offer one. He stood from the rock he'd been sitting on, the fire pit blazing a warm beacon in the cold field next to him.
The smirk widened even more when the boy turned to face her again. Oh, he did look so incredibly grumpy with her now, but that just made it more fun. "People are only owed what they've earned," she said with a shrug. The words weren't a direct answer to his question, but most people would take it as an affirmative. She was almost certain he'd be no different.
Fantastic. The girl seemed to have all sorts of ideas of how the world worked and what was expected of each of them. That was great and fine and brilliant by he frankly didn't remembering having asked for her opinion. It appeared she was giving it to him freely, without invitation. This was all shaping up to be a wonderful morning indeed.
"Funny. I don't remember asking what people in general deserve. I remember asking you what you think you've earned. Or was that too hard to follow?" He asked. His bad temper was growing, and he half wanted to see if one of his newly aimed flames could land on her shoe, but he decided he should refrain.
Sighing in exasperation, Nadia walked a few paces closer to the boy, not at all worried about the terrible temper he was exhibiting. She was more than confident that she could hold her own if magic started getting flung about. This wasn't getting away from people like she'd intended, but it was different enough to her normal talks that it was still refreshing.
"If you're too simple to read between the lines, that isn't my fault," she shot back at him without missing a beat. She hadn't actually meant to outright insult him, but sometimes her mouth ran away before her brain could stop her.
Great. Great. She wasn't leaving. Instead she was shooting back her own comments. Why did anyone feel the need to talk to him? Seriously. It wasn't as if he went around wearing a smile and a bright colored shirt that screamed "please talk to me I love people!". He had only wanted to be by himself. Was that so much to ask?
"If only it were that easy. If it were my simple mindedness which held you back from being understood. But I'm thinking it's more your total lack of forming a coherent thought that's bringing the conversation to complete halt." He spat back. It was annoying when people felt the need to speak in metaphors in his opinion. As if they were full of themselves, or something. Not that he wanted to continue the conversation.
"Well at least you admit to being simple minded," she replied with a sharp smile. "That's good progress to actually forming a brain." Now she was actually openly trying to be rude and offensive, because he certainly wasn't trying to hold anything back. Nadia wasn't the type to just take what was said to her without fighting back to some degree, so she really hoped this boy could keep it up.
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her, because he found that to be a terribly childish gesture and didn't really want to seem any more juvenile at the moment. Granted, the way in which he was speaking hardly made him seem his age. "Oh, so, that's it then? You're still forming your own brain so you think I'm of only half a mind as well?" He said, shaking his head at her attempt of a comeback. Outwardly, he was unimpressed. Inwardly, he kind of liked her spirit. He wouldn't admit that though. Taking another step forward, he set his glare on her again. "Who are you, anyways? Just some know-it-all who roams through the grounds offering unsolicited, half-baked advice to people who are trying to find a bit of peace?"
Only half a mind? It was all she could to do not sigh at his idiocy, but her patience for it was running thin. "Says the boy who couldn't perform a simple first year spell successfully." Or maybe they'd learned that later. Either way, she'd been conjuring up fire as a first year. On some level, she accepted that not everyone was good at magic, but at the same time she couldn't stop herself for thinking less of them for it. "My name's Nadia. Nadia Rowley. I'm pretty sure we're in the same year, which is really rather unfortunate."
And here came the unsolicited introduction. Or, perhaps it was mildly solicited because he'd jokingly asked her who she was. He hadn't actually wanted to know. Frankly, he was unsure as to why he was even still talking to the blonde.
All he knew was that he wasn't going to be the one to walk away, back to the castle first. He had come out here, he had made the fire. He had claimed his place and he was not going to be forced to leave it. "Ah yes, I suppose you wouldn't have gone on to learn further nuances of a simple spell, then? Content with only what they teach you in a classroom?" He asked, balling his hands into fists by his sides and then releasing them in an attempt to calm his temper, which was building up inside of him.
"Yes, Princess, we are in the same year." He spat, using a name of royalty as an insult to her arrogant nature. "Though I'm surprised you notice anyone around you at all with your nose stuck up in the air all the time."