He didn't like most people. That was probably abundantly clear due to the fact that he avoided most people. However, it was inevitable that he'd get along with at least a couple of people. Funnily enough, it was Rebekah who'd first suggested that he befriend the particular Slytherin he sought out today - Serena Guerrieri. She'd said she thought the two would get along, and, seeing as Bellamy knew Bex would likely never shut up, he'd approached the older Slytherin.
It had started out about as awkward as one could imagine, due to his offputting nature and general distaste for conversation. But, he'd actually found Bex to be quite correct about the match of friendship, and was more than pleasantly surprised. She'd become his sounding board and the person he trusted with his secrets, not that he had terribly many.
Today, he sought out the older girl, hoping she wasn't too busy to listen to him vent about a particularly frustrating Gryffindor. He'd not been able to find her anywhere, so he'd headed back to the Common Room. Spotting the familiar figure as he burst through the door, he made a beeline, plopping down in the chair next to her. "Girls are stupid." He said, by way of greeting.
Serena rubbed her forehead, squeezing her eyes shut. She had been plagued by these awful tension headaches for the last week. It was barely even March, and the stress was setting in. Her whole life depended on the coming months and she had no idea what she wanted to do. She liked dragons, she knew that much. The power and the destruction they were capable of, but also their grace. They were an explosion where she was an ember. Calm exterior, burning interior. But Serena wasn't even sure if her grades were good enough. Perhaps she could travel. Maybe then she could find herself.
Serena hadn't even bothered to take out her homework. She knew she was going to get nothing done as it was. She sort of wanted a back massage. Maybe she ought to find Bex- she was athletic and probably knew how to give massages. Serena leaned back in the winged armchair, groaning. She needed something. She needed release.
A voice sounded from right next to her, and Serena heard a body drop into the chair. Without opening her eyes, but with a slight smile all the same, Serena responded. "Is that so?" Bellamy didn't usually have trouble with girls, no matter how fit he was. Most people found him to be too brooding and distasteful, but Serena found him to be endearing. Finally, she opened her eyes and turned to look at him. "Tell me all about it, darling."
He grunted his distaste, remaining quiet for a few seconds as he tried collect his temper into a form that he could actually respond to her question with. How did he describe to her how frustrating the pretty blonde Gryffindor had been the other day? There hardly seemed to be words to describe it. Still, he supposed he had to try, he needed to get his frustration out. After a few moments, full of deep breaths, he tried to talk again.
"It's this Gryffindor girl in my year. She's so....she wouldn't leave me alone the other day. It was infuriating. She insisted on continuing to talk to me." He said. Clearly, if there was something to glean from the way the female had been acting towards him, he'd totally missed it. He tended to be quite oblivious to the intentions of others.
Serena saw in Bellamy what most people didn't. A kindred spirit. Someone who, despite all odds, could understand her and the opposite. Serena had first met his older sister, and then him. Her relationship with Bex was... complicated, to say the least. But her friendship with Bellamy, she knew, would always be steadfast. No matter how sullen and antisocial he could get. Serena frowned at this new development.
"Someone actually wanted to hold a conversation with you?" asked Serena, genuinely surprised. "That's new. What did you do to her? Singe her eyebrows? Personally, I don't understand when people continue to chatter when it is so obvious that their attention is unwanted," said Serena, her eyes darting from Bellamy to the fire that was burning in the grates. She tilted her head, watching the movement of the flames. She wished she was a phoenix, impervious to everything. Blinking, Serena looked up. That was a random thought.
The fact that he even trusted Serena enough to speak openly to her was saying something. Trust was not a word that was often used in Bellamy's vocabulary, and he hardly ever felt the need to talk out his problems with anyone. But, with Serena, it was different. She'd understood him from day one, and handled his moodiness in good fashion. She'd always been a good friend to him.
So, it was only natural that he'd come to her for advice, pondering over this issue that he was grappling with. He couldn't even begin to pretend he even sort of understood girls, he really needed all the help he could get. "Yeah, don't exactly know what about me sends the message that I want to talk, but she seemed to feel so inclined." He said, rolling his eyes a little.
He smirked at her mention of people not taking the hint, a feeling which he knew all too well. It seemed like, no matter how indifferent he was, there always seemed to be one person who was keen on conversation, despite all of the signals he was sending that most definitely said 'don't bother me'. "I, um, kind of accidentally sent a fireball at her." He admittedly, showing far less shame than he probably should have.