"If they are so jealous, they should open a book some time." And, yes, Barty meant Gilderoy with that remark. Not that he honestly cared. He didn't even entirely care about his own grades, but he did like having goals, even if it was just acing a test, and a part of him enjoyed studying. And, yes, a part he would have liked to deny existed did know that his father bragged about his academic achievements and since his father was capable of speaking several languages, he wanted to do the same. Do better than him in every way, outgrow him entirely.
He pushed the thought aside and then looked at Gilderoy. Really looked at him. Then he snorted. "Fieldwork? All right, Newt Scamander." That was hilarious. He had seen Gilderoy in the field.
"Oh, that old outdated mess? Pfft. I would not want to be like Scamander, I could be twice the man he was. It just takes a strong heart and nerves of stee-- oi, go away!" A bee was near him so he promptly started to flail in an effort to get rid of it. Which it did go. Though he had slid very far down the bench and was practically in Barty's lap. He couldn't risk getting stung! He had a beautiful face.
Sliding back away from Barty, he pulled a face. "Is it just be or have there been far more bees this year than normal? God, it's like a jungle here." Here. In Scotland. Very wet, very urban Scotland.
"Uh-huh. Next we'll be swarmed by Peruvian Vipertooth and Lethifolds." Barty rolled his eyes, but he was too amused to actually mind it. He pulled out his wand, looking around until he found the bee flying not far off. He stupefied it so it fell down, then reached over to grab it off the floor and set it down on the table. Still alive. Maybe he'd let it fly again later. "You are safe now."
"Don't do that. Smush it if you're gonna but you shouldn't play around. Besides, it looks gross." He moved forward to look at it before pulling a face and reeling back. He didn't like to hurt things, he just wanted things that hurt to not be near him. And if keeping himself safe got others hurt then that just had to happen. He had a very complicated and dependent morality.
"And don't even joke about that, Bartemius. I wouldn't be able to go outside with those kids of things lurking." Leaning back in his seat, he kept his eyes on the bee, his face scrunched up in dismay. "This has always been my issue with outdoor pursuits. Why is everything outside so... icky." For lack of better words.
"I don't know. A lethifold seems like an all right way to die, comparatively speaking. Clean." Barty said it while he watched the bee, considering how to proceed with it. In the end he used incendio to light it on fire, then extinguished the flames before anything else could burn. Much cleaner than he could have been. He turned his attention back to Gilderoy, shrugging. "You may have to find a way to pursue things outdoors without actually having to go there."
"That wouldn't be that hard." Gilderoy spoke slow and careful, trying to contain how he felt about what just happened... did he just set a bee on fire? Why? He -- It was still alive? Crikey, that must have stung. Why not just smush him? Well. Cleaner. He supposed.
"Well. Yes. I-- erm, God." What did he even say now? "Well, you are getting good at your spells, aren't you?"
"You wanted it gone," Barty said with a shrug, moving one leg over the bench so he could straddle it and face Gilderoy easier, catching his eyes. Now, for the first time since this conversation had begun, Gilderoy had his full focus. He did like making him squirm. His tongue briefly flicked out, touching the corner of his lips before he spoke, with just the hint of a smile. "Be careful what you wish for."
He reached out, putting a hand on Gilderoy's shoulder. "You have no idea how good I am."
"... Well, I've heard bloody marvellous things so well done you. Very well done." Oh God, he was looking right at him and doing that tongue thing. He hated when he did that. He preferred indifferent Barty that sat there as he talked, barely nodding along. This was full attention Barty - he looked like a hungry snake!
"We've both been studying hard this year but I'm sure Ravenclaw won't come close to beating Slytherin this year." He liked to ramble. If he kept talking, Barty couldn't say anything scary so there. "I feel like it's your year so it's going to be wonderful to see how that all turns out."
"Marvelous," Barty agreed and he could have just let go of Gilderoy again. Where was the fun in that though? Instead he moved his hand to cup the side of his face. A strange gesture, maybe, but Gilderoy was so very proud of his face. Barty took the time to study it. He had a handsome face. He felt an edge was missing to make him truly beautiful, but he could see it. He was very nice to look at. "I'll see you after Christmas then."
Gilderoy let out an odd laugh and then tried his best to shift Barty's focus from his beautiful, precious face onto something else. "Well, I'm sure you're busy. Look, your book is only half done! I'll leave you to it. Wonderful chat as always, Bartemius. See you after Christmas. I'll bring you back a present!"
Why? Why would he do that? Great, now he had to get a present. Swiftly standing up, he grinned and laughed as he hastily backed off.
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He pushed the thought aside and then looked at Gilderoy. Really looked at him. Then he snorted. "Fieldwork? All right, Newt Scamander." That was hilarious. He had seen Gilderoy in the field.
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Sliding back away from Barty, he pulled a face. "Is it just be or have there been far more bees this year than normal? God, it's like a jungle here." Here. In Scotland. Very wet, very urban Scotland.
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Wasn't he a hero.
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"And don't even joke about that, Bartemius. I wouldn't be able to go outside with those kids of things lurking." Leaning back in his seat, he kept his eyes on the bee, his face scrunched up in dismay. "This has always been my issue with outdoor pursuits. Why is everything outside so... icky." For lack of better words.
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"Well. Yes. I-- erm, God." What did he even say now? "Well, you are getting good at your spells, aren't you?"
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He reached out, putting a hand on Gilderoy's shoulder. "You have no idea how good I am."
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"We've both been studying hard this year but I'm sure Ravenclaw won't come close to beating Slytherin this year." He liked to ramble. If he kept talking, Barty couldn't say anything scary so there. "I feel like it's your year so it's going to be wonderful to see how that all turns out."
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Gilderoy let out an odd laugh and then tried his best to shift Barty's focus from his beautiful, precious face onto something else. "Well, I'm sure you're busy. Look, your book is only half done! I'll leave you to it. Wonderful chat as always, Bartemius. See you after Christmas. I'll bring you back a present!"
Why? Why would he do that? Great, now he had to get a present. Swiftly standing up, he grinned and laughed as he hastily backed off.