Samson Lancaster - 22 - Room 503 - Waiter - Taken since November 20th, 2017
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IM SO W E A K
#( what's the story morning glory; self )#( ft. dusty )#omg i love it <3#it's literally dusty? like a tortoiseshell kitten and everything? what is this?
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sammy was often one to be fairly absentminded when he walked, not exactly paying attention to where he was going, just knowing his destination. this was definitely one of those times. on his way home with some groceries he was mostly out of it, only for his eyes to widen once hearing sebastian’s voice. he quickly stepped off the flower bed with wide eyes and bit his lip. “shit, uh, sorry, seb... i wasn’t really looking,” he whispered, shaking his head a little before leaning down. “want help to fix it?” he offered.
sebastian was fixing the flower beds when someone walked by and walked right ontop of the soil, he huffed and glared at them “do you mind next time using the sidewalk? I’ve put a lot of work into this – I’d rather it not be ruined by footprints that kill the stuff i plant in it.” he mumbled.
#c:sebastian#i see this flower child feeling horrible for possibly killing plants so he'll definitely want to help lol xD
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“Baby!” The girl couldn’t help to squeal out excitedly at the sight of the boy, grinning widely as she beckoned him to come in, turning down the music a bit and wiping her paint stained hands on a nearby rag as she raised a small brow at his response. “Well if that’s the case, of course not, I could never turn you down.” Tessa answered him earnestly, gently grabbing onto both his hands and lacing their fingers.
Sammy smiled softly towards her with a light blush, closing the door after him while walking in before humming as he approached her. “Well, I’m glad to hear it then, because I would be sad otherwise,” he joked lightly in a playful manner, giving her hands a light squeeze once their fingers were laced. “Your paintings are beautiful as always, by the way,” he mentioned, leaning over and pecking her cheek with a light kiss. “You weren’t too busy, were you? If you want to finish your painting, I don’t mind watching,” he added.
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sammy hummed lightly sitting down next to taline on the couch and leaning back, glancing towards her with a quirked brow. “ask away,” he cooed lightly. he listened to her question for a moment before smiling softly and nodding along slowly. “you definitely don’t sound dumb,” he reassured. “it is kind of odd, like it’s sort of one of those things, everyone is looking for a purpose and then once they find it, it’s a question of if they’re happy with what they found or if they’re going to look for a new purpose instead..” he whispered.
( * ░ &&. – taline & sammy. // @sammylxncaster
laying down and resting her head on the other’s couch, taline’s eyes traveled up to land on sammy’s face. “i have a weird question to ask.” which is stated as the girl absentmindedly played with the ends of her sleeves. “don’t you think it’s weird how everything just kind of… ends up the way it is supposed to? like – everyone has a purpose and once they find it, they either find a new one or are content with their life?” her eyes meet the other’s before she looked away. “sorry – i probably sound dumb.”
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Sammy chuckled lightly once hearing the Christmas music once he approached Tessa’s apartment, smiling softly and knocking on the door. Once hearing her response, he stepped inside and walked over to watch her working on her painting, admiring both her and the painting for a moment before focusing on her words and humming lightly. “Well, I thought I may as well stop by and see what you're up to... I don’t think we had plans, but you don’t mind company, do you?” he asked curiously while leaning back against the wall slightly with a warm smile.
“It’s open!” The girl called out over the blaring Christmas music coming from the speakers, dancing around a bit as she was working on her newest project, standing in front of a canvas hoping to capture the gorgeous Chicago streets in a painting, having a picture she had taken on her phone pulled up as a reference. “Hey, what’s up? I didn’t forget that we were meeting up or something, right?”
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upon noticing sammy had a bag from the pet store in his hands, it reminded gianna of how much of an animal lover they both were. “hey! new stuff for my god baby?” she said with a smile, but her attention was re-focused on the little yapping dog at her feet who was busy sniffing sammy’s shoes. “oh mio dio, bello, isn’t she just the cutest!?” the italian gushed, smiling brightly at her puppy, “this is cannoli and she’s clearly very excited to meet you. probably a little skeptical too, if she can smell dusty.”
sammy smiled softly and chuckled, nodding along in response. “of course! she needed some new toys and some new treats,” he hummed lightly. Well, she probably didn’t actually need the treats and toys, but he felt bad not at least buying some toys whenever he went to the pet store. he focused on the little dog and smiled softly while leaning down to her. “she is very adorable! nice to meet you, cannoli! i’m excited to meet you, too. i don’t know how dusty will react since honestly i haven’t introduced her to dogs, so that may need to be a slow process,” he mentioned with a laugh.
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MOODBOARD NO. TWENTY ONE 🌻 two hufflepuffs
° ☽ — gianna soprano and sammy lancaster && two hufflepuffs who share a real love for cats, kittens, and a special lady in their lives. @sammylxncaster
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544. Hufflepuffs giving names to their plants and even placing a piece of tape on each pot with the plant’s respective name written in black sharpie
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554. You’ve not seen hangry until you’ve seen a hufflepuff forced to skip breakfast despite getting up at the crack of dawn
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My wins are coming soon. I just have to remain patient and keep working.
Affirmation of the day. (via riffatmatinpoetry)
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Hufflepuff Ask Game
Ravenclaw | Gryffindor | Slytherin
1. How long have you known your oldest friend?
2. Smells that remind you of home?
3. What movie can you watch over and over again?
4. Do you have any nicknames?
5. How was your day?
6. Who do you wish was with you right now?
7. What are you too hard on yourself for?
8. Do you believe in an afterlife?
9. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what animal would you create?
10. Top 3 OTPs?
11. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
12. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
13. Do you have a secret talent? What is it?
14. What does your name mean?
15. What was your favourite tv show as a child?
16. What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received?
17. Would you ever become a vegan?
18. What social issue would you most like to spread awareness about?
19. Tell us a story from when you were young
20. What age do you get mistaken for?
21. What double standard is ridiculous and needs to be ended?
22. Favourite thing to do on rainy days?
23. Do you have any stuffed toys?
24. Who was your favourite teacher at school and why?
25. Most hufflepuff thing you’ve ever done?
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Tessa allowed herself to look up at him speechlessly only for a moment, noticing the slight blush that took up his cheeks and realizing she was probably making him uncomfortable. Clearing her throat, she quickly looked away, embarrassed, looking down at the cat as he spoke, letting a small gasp in awe. “Oh my god, he’s adorable! Is he yours?” She asked, leaning down to pet the orange creature.
Sammy blushed and smiled softly once she looked up at him for a moment, before raising a brow a little at her looking away, biting his lip a bit shyly before focusing on Casper. “Yeah, he’s mine. Uh, his name is Casper. He’s pretty much curious about everyone that walks by, so seeing another cat definitely confused him a bit, I think,” he mentioned, giving a light chuckle while scratching the back of his head.
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“i mean it’s alright to be curious.. didn’t mean to accuse you of anythin’. they just aren’t all they’re chalked up to be, you know? the biggest thing people get mixed up about is that it creates this incredible love or something – it doesn’t though, not really. more like an obsession, honestly.” he shrugs gently, resting his elbow on the table so he can fit his chin atop of his palm. “s’really not that hard to brew.. some rose petals, rose thorns… pearl dust, moonstone, peppermint.. the longer you brew it the stronger it is.”
“yeah, i know, i just wanted to make sure you didn’t think that’s what i wanted it for. oh yeah, i can understand that, i’m pretty sure people probably over hype it a bit. that’s understandable, though, i didn’t really think it would create an incredible love, because that just would seem to be messing with their emotions too much...” he hummed lightly while tucking his hands in his pockets while listening and nodding along. “alright, thanks for letting me know.”
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sammy hummed lightly while sitting in a chair quietly, reading one of his books on herbology while he sat on a couch. his cat, casper, sat beside him on the armrest of the couch, fast asleep as he read. once hearing footsteps though, he was dragged out of his reading and looked up quickly to focus on taline walking into the room. he raised a brow for a moment before placing down his book and standing up to walk over. “oh, i’m sorry... do you know who the owl belongs too?” he asked curiously before shaking his head a little at his own question and just focusing on her and following her to the common room. “um, i mean, i think so. i’ve had to fix mine a few times for the same reason honestly, and believe me, it’s hard to get stains off this yellow fabric, but usually i was able to just wash the robe carefully, so i’m sure this shouldn’t be too hard,” he mentioned.
taline didn’t waste any time making her way down the halls of hogwarts. she didn’t even bother being subtle as her chocolate hues gazed over the room she had entered into. she had never really been one to think before she acted when she was upset, and it showed. “an owl just took a big poo on my uniform and now i smell like shit. i know i wanted to feel less invisible but this wasn’t the way i wanted it to happen.” with her shoulders shrugged and lips pursed, she didn’t wait for the other to welcome her further inside, as invited herself in quick enough. strides were made towards what must have been one of the common rooms. she settled down against the couch and pulled her robe off and scratched her head for a couple moments before averting her gaze back to the person across from her. “can you fix this?”
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sammy blushed lightly at his response before shaking his head quickly. “oh no, i didn’t mean i wanted one or wanted to make one, i was just curious about how they’re made. i just wanted to learn a bit more about potions and a love potion is the one i hear the most about so i thought i’d ask. i definitely don’t want to use one, though, they’re a bit odd, at least in my opinion,” he mentioned, scratching the back of his head a bit shyly, giving a small chuckle.
“a love potion??” they have his full attention now, hands settling unoccupied beside his book as he sits up a little straighter, eyebrows lifting gently. orion was surprised to say the least. somehow discussion of their potion’s assignment turned into talk of different potions they hadn’t learned in their class. wasn’t a potion the professors really wanted to encourage their students in making. orion always thought it was kind of silly. love potions that is. “and what is it you need a love potion for?? – yes, yes i know how to make it, but m’not going to make it for you t’use. you don’t need it anyway – who do ya wanna send it to??“
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Herbology
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Hufflepuff Common Room
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