sam/wise

fifth year gryffindor prefect & big ol' nerd

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[brodiesangster]

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[xanthe-girl-blog]

“Mhm…” Xanthe looked out onto the field for a tall boy with dark hair, she scanned groups of kids standing close together and looked at the stragglers on the edges of the playing area and then pointed, “Oh! Is that him?” She watched and observed the boy as he interacted with others and decided that, to her, he did look half asleep. “Why does he often look so sleepy?” She giggled

“Fantasy stuff, huh?” She looked at him as he continued talking, “D&D is Dungeons and Dragons? Oh yes, for sure I’ll come check it out. I’ve never played before, or even watched a game though… I can see you as an artistic type but I would have never thought you have a green thumb!”

[samuel-wise-archive]

Sam looked from the corner of his eye where she pointed, and recognized Wil’s gangly form. “Yeah, that’s him. I dunno, I think he’s just naturally half asleep---like a flamingo or whatever? It’d explain a lot, if half his brain’s off at any given time... nah, I’m kidding.” He was trying to be more charitable to his friends lately, but it was hard when they were responsible for the state he was in.

He was glad she didn’t make fun of him. “Yeah, that’s right! You should totally come by, it’s sort of dumb but we all get really into it. And like, as for gardening... I mean, it’s just nice to have someplace to go that’s quieter than the Common Room sometimes...”

At that moment, the charm lifted. Sam shook himself. “Excellent. Thanks for standing watch,” he said to Xanthe. “My chances of survival weren’t very high before you came along.”

[looseleaflorcan]

Marco raised an invisible glass towards the still frozen Gryffindor boy. “Cheers, Ms. Samwise. I’d help you thaw out, but I think everyone deserves to relish in how adorable you look. And who am I to deprive them of that?” Marco scurried off, laughing to himself and calling attention to his Gryffindor friend.

[samuel-wise-archive]

Well, at least he was sort of hydrated, now, Sam thought gloomily as Marco ran off. He hadn’t really expected much else---this was actually quite nice of Marco, given the easy target he made right now. Sam made a mental note to thank him, or at least not steal the last platter of toaster strudel from the Ravenclaw table at breakfast for like, a week or two.

Now he just had to wait.

And wait.

...

And wait...

[lizbethcantrell-blog]

“I try not to make a habit of carrying around bowls,” Lizzie tried joking lightly, though the mess in front of them was still putting a damper on her mood. It wasn’t often that she tried to do anything for the better of anyone other than herself, so naturally, she’d botch her first attempt at an actual act of selflessness. Glancing around the room, she squinted in attempt to find recourse for the situation at hand. Frankly, she was more grateful than anything that Sam had stumbled upon her–there was little doubt in her mind that she wouldn’t be able to fix this without help from someone. 

“Flowerpot?” She asked, striding across the room to a potted plant in the corner, eyeing the purple bulbs with knitted brows. “Just dunno what we’ll do with the plant.”

[samuel-wise-archive]

“Oh, yeah, that’ll work,” he agreed. But she did have a point with the plant. “Uh... I guess I can take it to the Greenhouses? Or even just outside, it won’t die anymore since the frost’s done...” He squinted at it, and, not quite thinking it through, upended the pot into his hand, gently tilting so the flowers and root system came out in a more-or-less sturdy clump. Realizing that maybe he’d skipped a step in the logic process, he straightened, cradling the plant in his hands. “Um. Well. Pot’s free now, I guess,” he supplied lamely.

[samuel-wise-archive]

we’re in a Giant Hole || sam & lia

[liavillace-archives]

“That’s true,” Lia agreed without any hesitation before laughing. “One day, this hole of mine will be a standard in elite training programs– Just you watch, Wise.”

Lia waited patiently for him to come up with his secret, and when he did, she let out a loud groan. “That might possibly be the worst secret in secret’s history. You need something better.” She paused, trying to come up with her own secret for an example– He’d probably ask her hers in a moment and she was just trying to save time.

As Lia thought, a flurry of all the Puri things she, Grace, and Quinn discussed came to mind, along with things Lux had said to her and random things like that. But the problem with those secrets were they weren’t all necessarily hers. So she thought hard about a secret about her life. She couldn’t think of anything that seems secret worthy. Until she thought about her father. And then she felt something uncomfortable in the pit of her stomach as she realized her secret. It’d been something she hid, even from herself. Until this point.

“Like for example,” Lia casually was staring at her nails, “I wonder a lot about what my dad’s doing. And where he is. And why he didn’t stay. And why he’s never tried to contact me at all. Ever in my life.” The curiosity was always there but it had grown since Eloise and Lionel had sent her the letter bringing light to her mother’s side of the family. It made her wonder about her blank slate of her father’s side. “He left when I was a few months old.” And it was her fault. It hadn’t been phrased that way. But when she’d asked her mother why her father left, she’d told her that he hated magic. And there was an understanding, at the time, that Lia was the only one between them that could do magic. Something her mother could have clarified wasn’t true, but she’d wanted that message sent.

“Come up with a better secret, Wise.”

[samuel-wise-archive]

Sam listened in silence while Lia explained about her father. He had no idea what he was supposed to say, to something like that. “I’m sorry, ‘bout your dad. That must... really suck.” His sympathy was genuine, despite not really being able to imagine what it must be like for her. But she seemed to deal with it okay, and turned the question back on him---so he figured he should really find something to say, to at least offer some distraction.

“Fine, ‘kay... a better secret...” He wracked his brain, trying to think of something. Her reminder of families took him to something. “I’m not sure it’s really a secret, so much as something we just never talk about... but uh, my grandfather, on my mom’s side...” He squinted, trying to phrase it in the least dramatic way he could, not wanting to give the impression that it was a bigger deal than it was. 

“I didn’t know why I never met my grandparents, but it turns out he’s in prison, like, Muggle prison. For, uh. Well, we’re not sure he did it or not, but we’re pretty sure he killed my grandma.” Sam laced his fingers together, and stretched his arms in front of him, uncomfortable and feeling as though movement could cover it somehow. “I mean, it wasn’t a big deal for me, ‘cause I never met either of them. But it happened when my mom was a teenager, and it’s... it’s not something we talk about, ‘cause she gets upset, obviously...” Uneasy, he glanced at Lia. “That’s probably a secret, enough, yeah? Can we like... can we talk about something else? This is... a bit depressing,” he added, laughing a little, unsteadily.

[quinn-garcia-wwcblog]

“You’re welcome?” Quinn shouldn’t have been caught by surprise.

As Sam walked off, his gears finished turning, and he called to mind that—of course—Helen didn’t skimp out on the details. Sam probably knew everything. They were close somehow, and whatever happened to her, it was personal to him. But the whole situation was already exhausting without the Fifth Year’s passive-aggression. Some part of him thought that maybe he wouldn’t have to. He didn’t want to get into with Sam. He liked Sam. He was kind of a squirt, but for the bit he had known him, he was growing into himself.

Quinn shook his head. Whatever. He reached into his back pocket for a carton, as he walked off in the other direction. Avoiding him was his best strategy, and if that didn’t work, his contingency plan was ignoring him. If Sam wanted to act petty, he had nothing else to say about it. 

“Yep,” he sighed and pulled out a smoke to light between his lips. There were other things to get a hold on, and he wasn’t going to lose it over a fruitcake.

[looseleaflorcan]

He summoned a bottle of water from a nearby makeshift ice-chest, impressed with himself that he needn’t even utter the incantation. “Open up, little one,” he said pouring the water into the boy’s mouth. Although he figured it to be cheating, he Spongified the ground near where two boys had been running, causing them to bounce into the air, fall back down, and be tagged soon after. “Does that help?”

[samuel-wise-archive]

Sam could only swallow very poorly, so he mostly squinted grumpily at Marco while a bit of water ran down his chin. It was also very cold. Watching the other guys get stuck and frozen in super awkward prone positions was pretty satisfying, though, and it brought him a few steps closer to being free, as the It Slytherin sprinted off. “It does, actually, a bit. Cheers.”

[misspandoracharm]

Her eyebrow instinctively cocked at Sam. Falling back into their old dance transpired with far more ease than she could have ever anticipate. Typically once Evie’s had an argument or confrontation with someone, they avoided one another all together—or simply just scream at each other some more as they crossed paths. This was much better. “I mean your casual nerdy look is perfect. Your drag look, however, needs a little more pizazz.” She even added the jazz hands for effect. She’d figured Sam would want to discuss this eventually. “Y-yeah… let’s head to the Prefect bathroom, shall we? Pretty sure there aren’t any pre-pubescent make-up fanatics there to strike again.”

[samuel-wise-archive]

Sam wrinkled his nose at her little hand waves, and gave a worn out sigh of resignation. “Would it satisfy you if I just did formal nerdy once in a while, rather than full drag? I don’t like getting make-up in my eyes, I don’t know how girls stand it.” They reached the castle quick enough, and wandered their way up to the Prefect bathroom, Sam trying his best to ignore the staring of people they passed along the way. “You’d think they’ve never seen a bloke in abject humiliation before,” he complained lightly, before glancing at her. “So, um. What’s new with you?” He didn’t generally like having to say he was sorry, so regular conversation would probably make an apology come easier.

[thegoodecallalily]

“You didn’t hear this from me, but I hear the fifth year Hufflepuffs are all in it to win this time. Be careful of that.” Calla smiled kindly, getting to work on removing his make up. “I must admit, it looks very nice and I shall have to ask the girls where they practised so nicely.” The water was soon coloured with whites and pinks, as his face began to clear up.

[samuel-wise-archive]

He smiled slightly. “Right, didn’t hear a thing.” He was glad he didn’t really have the option to move right now, as getting his face cleaned by someone was a bit uncomfortable, especially when he didn’t know them that well. “I can save you the trouble, they practiced on me, repeatedly. And like, stuff like this has happened before. I don’t nap in the Common Room anymore for a good reason.”

[xanthe-girl-blog]

Xanthe looked out at the crowd playing the game. “Alright, I’ll bite. Which one is your room mate?” Xanthe asked, “They’ve all got smirks on their faces.” Xanthe wrapped her hands in a cone and pretended to use them as a spyglass. “Sam,” she began, “What’s your thing? Like, I love to read, or Shreya loves to make music… What do you enjoy? I normally like to make little guesses about people’s likes and interests, but I can’t quite pin one to you.”

[samuel-wise-archive]

“See the guy across the field---tall, dark hair, looks like he’s half asleep but somehow keeps catching people?” He gave the description he knew would likely apply, even though he couldn’t actually see Will at that moment. At her question, he became a little uncomfortable, but then decided she was nice enough that even if she did think he was a dork, she probably wouldn’t tease him too much. “I like fantasy stuff, largely, and like, gaming. Play D&D with some people on Mondays---you should come by if you’re bored, it’s fun,” he offered. “But I like to read too, and draw, and garden.”

[samuel-wise-archive]

stuck in a Giant Plot Hole: ooc

caryn: lia and sam

are essentially stuck in this hole

and this conversation

lottie: yeah do you by any chance know how they’re going to get out

caryn: what if they lived an alternative lifestyle

apart from the rp

where they live in this hole

for the rest of their lives

and like

they’ll live off the grubs and bugs they can dig out

so everyone’s suffering with puri things

and there they are

lottie: so that’d be a no, then

caryn: in the hole

having a blast

[samuel-wise-archive]

Samuel Wise: Aesthetic II (by Mars <3)

[samuel-wise-archive]

we’re in a Giant Hole || sam & lia

[liavillace-archives]

Lia laughed loudly. “I hadn’t realized!” She put her hand to her face, shoulders shaking before she calmed enough. “I can’t show you anymore– That’d be revealing my disguise! You’d just have to wait and find out when it hits you, mate. Thanks for the heads up– You’d almost caught me.” She wagged a finger at him, playfully narrowing her eyes at him. “You’re a clever one, Sam Wise. Clever.”

She huffed slightly at his clear observation. “Well,” Lia crossed her arms, sitting indignantly now. “I reckon that this isn’t what you thought training was suppose to be like.” Lia pretended to think for a moment before casually asking, “So what’s your biggest secret?”

[samuel-wise-archive]

“Clearly not that clever, since I just gave away why I wanted to see it,” he pointed out. “I don’t think this is what anyone thinks training is supposed to be like, Villace.” He shook his head, and picked up a handful of dirt, letting it sift through his fingers. He brushed his hands together a minute later.

“Uhh... I don’t have many secrets, actually.” He knew some of other people’s but he’d never share any of those. He considered for a minute, and then perked up. “I once copied Ned Moseley’s homework, back in like third year. And I didn’t get caught,” he said with no small amount of pride. “Although, he didn’t do great on that assignment anyway, so it might’ve been more trouble than it was worth. Haven’t bothered doing it again since.”

[samuel-wise-archive]

we’re in a Giant Hole || sam & lia

[liavillace-archives]

Lia laughed loudly at both the memory and the expression on Sam’s face. “I could easily be the poster child for troublemaker– Everyone in this castle and their mothers know my face. So,” Lia lifted her shoulders, smiling innocently, “I thought changing it up a bit would be quite effective in messing around. And I’ll admit, I was rather fit as a bloke. Do you wanna see?” She asked before reaching to her side. “Oh, wait, shit, the photos in my bag.” Lia looked up the hole, head thumping against the wall.

She nodded. “Well, I’m glad you’re on board. When we’re out, we’ll work on that. But anyways, I’m not rushed about getting out anyhow. We’re having a nice time, Wise. Bonding, I think. Aren’t you having a nice time?”

[samuel-wise-archive]

He gave her an incredulous look. “’Course I want to see that---if you do it again, I want to be in on this,” he said emphatically. “I try not to be a target more than I have to be, if you’re sneaking around looking like a guy, least you can do for dropping me down here is give me a heads up.”

That question sounded laced with traps. “Sure, I’m having a great time,” he said, giving her at least a little bit of sincerity before he gestured around. “What’s not to love. Dirt...” He pointed to the floor, and then the wall. “More dirt... horizontal dirt...” He lifted up his hands. “Hand dirt. I feel manlier already. Or more like a mole. It’s one of those two.”

[thegoodecallalily]

Calla’s eyebrows furrowed as her brain worked to find a solution. Really, the make up would start to melt (it wasn’t even the good kind) in the sunlight, and Merlin knew what it was made of. “How about we work on your little…make up first? I’m sure water and soap will get that off. I don’t want something happening to your skin…” The Head Girl was already busy, using Accio to summon the stray bucket of water from a game.

[samuel-wise-archive]

“Soap and water’s actually worked every time so far,” he assured her. As the bucket flew its way towards her, he added tiredly, “I think part of the game is convincing me to play another round. We have a bet against the fifth year Slytherin guys for most wins in the day, but right now I’m about ready to throw in the towel.”

[zoe-yamamoto-blog]

Assuming that Sam was still frozen, Zoe merely aimed her wand at his face and began to mutter the charms to clean him up, though whatever eye shadow they had used seemed to be resistant. Thinning her lips she considered him carefully, not wanting to try again and potentially hurt him. 

“I think you’d be best to get the rest off with some kind of cleanser, you could maybe borrow some from one of your classmates… Wise?” She asked when she realized Sam wasn’t saying anything. She took one look at his face and sighed, taking a step back unhappily. Couldn’t she ever just have one time? One day where she could talk to someone and didn’t have to worry about this? “Oh. Right. Sorry Wise. Came at you a bit too fast, did I?”

[samuel-wise-archive]

“I’m fine!” he said quickly, his voice slightly too high. Shit. Okay, not talking was better, because at least then he didn’t sound like a small child. He didn’t want her to worry, though, and she looked a bit worried... “Just, you know. Today. Is, uh. Tag. So I startle, uh. Easily.” True, his brain informed him. That was accurate. Sam blinked at her, but a second later--- right before he was going to try talking and saying things again, because he was a Gryffindor dammit, and he could do this, and he also didn’t want her to think he was a total idiot---he felt his arms loosen. The spell had lifted.

Be cool. He’d never really been cool. But he’d played cool characters in games before. He slowly relaxed his stance, and shook his arms out a bit, before running a hand through his hair and smiling at her. “Thanks for the assist, Yamamoto,” he said, in a completely normal and friendly tone of voice. Nailed it. 

Wait. Fuck. Had he just winked at her? He hadn’t meant to. Did he accidentally wink at Zoe Yamamoto? He tried not to completely panic, his smile now uncomfortably frozen on his face. Maybe she hadn’t seen it.