At the other girl's shrug, and then her comment, she glared. Style was no trivial thing. And imitating her idea of Impervius-ing her clothing? Who did this girl think she was?
Trying to control her hysteria over the rain and anger over perceived insults, she coldly replied, "Of course. I may be a Slytherin, but that does not make me stupid." The words were biting, but this was a fairly normal way for Belinda to be around her inferiors - which she firmly deduced included this girl, because if she wasn't, she would know her name.