Someone shoved past him in the hall and Bellamy found himself glaring at the girl as she rushed by. She was young - had to be a second year, maybe. "Fucking people." He muttered to himself as the small blonde hurried along, not even aware of the shoving that had occurred.
He had half a mind to set her robes on fire, but then Bex would probably find out and give him detention or something. That was the downside of having a prefect for a sister - not like she was great at abiding the rules herself, though. As it were, he decided that burning a younger student would not do well to soften the reputation he had of being an anger prone pyromaniac. Probably best to just walk away.
He made his way back to the Common Room, his wand drawn and spinning restlessly in his left hand. As soon as he entered, he made a beeline for the small fire place and sat in front of it, in a somewhat comfortable old armchair. The people who'd been sitting nearby gave him an odd look as he set aflame the tip of his wand with the muttering of a spell, and ultimately decided to move. This earned a small smile, for the solitude was exactly what he had wanted. Now, if everyone could just leave him alone he'd have a much better evening than morning.
The castle was freezing. Which was unfortunate, because it scared her out of the usual hidey holes that she tended to sit in to do her homework. Trying to avoid the common room was an adventure when the cold seeped through the stones of the castle. Eventually, unhappily, she ended up in the common room. She did try to find Aeron, but he wasn't around. Most of the seats were full, and Cora didn't quite fancy sitting in the middle of a collection of other people - and she'd probably get comments for it regardless.
The chairs surrounding the fire place were largely empty, which was curious, considering how damn cold it was. But then Cora noticed Bellamy sitting in one of the arm chairs. Well, that explained it then. But he was only one person, and however unwelcoming, it was better than sitting around a collection of people, so she went to sit in one of the chairs.
@bellamy and their gifs kind of match 'bitch said what'
He was staring intensely at the fire - too intensely for what a normal person might - and didn't really notice another person had come and sat down until several moments later. When he did, he sort of stared down the girl who'd taken the seat in a way that was probably meant to make her feel uncomfortable, but he doubted it would. He knew Cora - maybe not directly - and knew his glaring would likely not actually get him anywhere. Still, he continued to do so.
It wasn't like he could expect the Common Room to empty when he came in, even though it often did because people thought he was weird and had anger issues and whatever. But, he could hope for the solitude, right? After several moments of staring blankly in Cora's general direction, he refocused his attention on the fire. With a flick of his wand and a quiet incantation, he turned the flames a light green. He wondered if she would notice.
So maybe people were scared of Bellamy, Cora really did not care. She was hardly at any more risk from him than she was from the rest of her housemates. She could hold her own if it came to it. He glared, and he threatened fire, but honestly, Cora had dealt with worse. There was worse to come in the Christmas break before them.
So when he raised his head to stare at her, she met his gaze, staring back. Cora was hardly about to move. Not now that she had sat here. He wasn't going to scare her away. He dropped his gaze, and out of the corner of her eyes she saw the flames flicker green. Her eyes drifted to them. "Neat spell," she murmured.
Cora seemed unmoved by his glaring, which really didn't surprise him. It only worked on the weak-willed, and, to his knowledge, Cora didn't seem to be one of those kind. Unlike the other idiots who seemed to surround him at every turn. He didn't know when people had gotten so stupid, but it was if those that inhabited the walls of Hogwarts had taken a collective pact to be as stupid as possible.
She noticed the color of the flames change and commented, and he gave a small turn of his lip upwards - almost a smile. A rare expression, really. He briefly wondered what she was working on but didn't know if he should ask. Should he make conversation? It was sometimes such a waste of time, really. He settled for a simple response. "Thanks." It wasn't exactly inviting, but, it wasn't the string of curse words that others' presence so often earned. It was a start.
Cora didn’t mind the lack of his response, and generally, she was not one for conversation. That was part of the appeal of sitting here after all - alongside the lack of other people sitting around them, was the lack of conversation. However, she was still watching the fire. “What’s the spell?” She was certainly not one for small talk, but she could deal with interacting with other people when there was something that she wanted to learn. This covered that. “Does it also change it back? Or just the one way?”
Still somewhat hiding the small smile that had begun to cross his face, Bellamy shrugged a little. He'd found the incantation in a random book, and he wasn't even sure if he was saying it correctly, barely aware of it's parameters, really. "I dunno. I just found it a few weeks ago." He repeated the spell aloud to her, before turning his wand back on the fire. He'd not played around with it, not too much.
However, as he said the spell once more, the flames did indeed return to their normal color, and he had to admit that was pretty neat. "Guess it does work backwards as well." He mused, turning the wand slowly in his hand before glancing sideways at Cora.
He either didn't know a lot about what he was actually doing, or he was just not really about having a conversation about it. Or neither. Or both. Cora couldn't really tell. Her eyes flickered back to the flame as it changed colour again. "It would seem so, yes," she agreed, lip quirking a little bit. She liked this type of magic, things that couldn't be done without magic. There was so much magic that just felt pointless, things that could be easily done through muggle means.
Pulling her wand out of her robes, Cora pointed it at the fire, repeating the spell that he had said. The fire flickered a different colour. "Neat," she said, twirling her wand in her fingers.
He wasn't one much for conversation. This seemed to bother people. It especially seemed to bother Rebekah, who was constantly trying to pull unnecessary conversation out of him. Luckily, the lack of words didn't much seem to bother Cora, for which he was glad.
He didn't really feel like being around anyone who would want to push conversation right now. He watched as she said the spell herself, smiling a little more at the flames dancing in front of him. He thought she made it look easier.
"I don't get to share the spells I find out with many people." He said, stating the truth. Not many took the time of day to even try to hold conversation, even if he had wanted to. Partially, the comment as meant to mean he didn't mind talking to her, but he was kind of unsure if she'd pick up that subtext.
These were the sorts of things that had drawn her to the idea of magic in the first place. Spells that could change things, that could do exciting tricks. It made her think of the books that she had read as a child, the ones that had made her think that Hogwarts could be a good place for her. The fact that it hadn't been, well, that was a different matter.
She glanced at him. From what she had seen, Bellamy didn't seem to talk to a lot of people, so it made sense that he wouldn't. "People are missing out on some interesting spells then."
It seemed to be the erratic, obvious spells that he was a sucker for. He liked to be able to see exactly what kind of impact he was having on an object in a big sort of way. He also always seemed to have a penchant for the fire spells, but fire had been something he'd been obsessed with long before magic had come into his life. Even as a younger child, he'd been known to experiment with matches and lighters.
"Most people are missing out on a lot of things." He said in a monotone, giving a small shrug accompanied by a semi-shake of his head. In his opinion, most people were racing through life too fast in the pursuit of happiness they may never actually be able to reach.
Cora gave an acknowledging tilt of her head. She couldn't deny that. "That is true. Though it's probably impossible to not be missing out on most things. There's so much out there...we don't have the time to experience it all." A desire to learn what she could helped, but it wasn't really enough. And how much was there that they couldn't even begin to comprehend? Or believed in? She had wished that magic was a thing as a child, but as she'd gotten older she had known that it wasn't. And then, suddenly, it was again. What else was there, that she didn't know?
The flames were entrancing, but, he found his gaze wandering to the girl beside him anyways. He listened to her words, noting the conviction behind them. This elicited a smile from him, albeit half-formed. She seemed to have a spirit to her, and that was something he had a deep respect for. "They don't even teach us some of the more interesting things here, not really. Just what they deem necessary. As if they know where each and every one of us will end up in life." He said, rolling his eyes.
"The joys of the school system," she muttered, twirling her wand in her fingers. An imperfect mess of a system that treated them all as if they were similar, as if they would all thrive or struggle the same ways. Shrugging her shoulders, she looked over at him. "Where do you want to end up, then?" she questioned.
A small smile played on his lips as he realized Cora shared his views on the rather shambled educational system. It was a mess of an "organization" really, when one got right down to it. It was catered towards one certain kind of student, he always felt. Or maybe, he hated it because he never could quite find his own place within it. Either way, he was glad she seemed just as disgusted with it. It made him feel a little bit less outcasted.
He shrugged a little at her question. Seventh year seemed like it was a billion years away, instead of two, and he generally didn't give his future much thought, anyways. "I dunno. Somewhere far away from here, hopefully. I don't see much point in sticking around. And you?" He asked, finally tearing his eyes away from the fire to look over at her.