i got sunshine - samsley

[TINSLEY MAXINE O'MALLEY]

I WANT TO WAKE YOU FROM YOUR DREAM.

Peeking around the tapestry on the sixth floor, Tinsley stuck her wand out in front of her and willed it to light up. There weren't any obstacles in sight, so with one last look over her shoulder, she submerged herself behind the tapestry and into the secret passageway. She'd found it when she was a fourth year, and it had taken every ounce of her willpower to not tell anyone about it. Telling someone would ruin it for her. It was her place. She was breaths away from telling Rose so many times, but something within her kept her mouth shut, and she was glad. Now a seventh year, she wanted a little time away now and again more than ever.

Her book was tucked underneath the arm that wasn't being used to stretch her wand out in front of her. About one hundred feet to the left as soon as one entered the passage was a little nook that she'd set up for herself. Even if someone else knew about the passage, they'd have to be looking in order to find it. With a swish of her wand, a piece of wall seemed to melt away (in reality it was just another tapestry charmed to look like the wall). There were a few soft couches shoved into the space, and with another flick of her wand, the odd shutter-looking mess at the end of the nook blasted upwards, filling the area with sunlight. She had never figured out whether it was a real window or not- it sure looked like the actual quidditch pitch out in the distance, but with her geographical location it just didn't make sense. Another of Hogwarts' mysteries, one she certainly wasn't complaining about.

Normally, she charmed the tapestry back into place so as to hide herself in case of any passers-by. She'd never encountered one before. To her knowledge, she was the only one who knew about the secret hallway. But she also knew that it was preposterous to assume so- there must be at least a dozen others, if not many professors, who were also aware. The thought gave her an uncomfortable rippling in her stomach, but she twitched her nose a few times and walked forward to jump into a chair next to the window, peeling her book from under her arm. Setting her wand down, she inhaled and exhaled deeply, flipping open to the chapter she'd left off on. With the whole school up in arms about the first weekend since classes started, she, herself, was content to spend the Friday afternoon in her little nook. She'd catch up with her friends later.

TAGS: SAMUEL ANDERS FINNIGAN
WEARING: Outfit
NOTES: This is the most pointless post, but it's a strange place I suppose so I guess that's a conversation starter. Idk. BUT SAMSLEY.

WHO DO YOU TALK TO WHEN YOU SING IN YOUR SLEEP?

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[SAMUEL ANDERS FINNIGAN]

Samuel Finnigan needed to hide. Why did he need to hide? A rather angry Slytherin was chasing after him. Now, normally Sam would fight back, but apparently if he ended up in detention again this week, he wasn't going to be able to play Quidditch. Now, he was quite naturally the best Beater on the team, so he wasn't going to not play Quidditch because the team was not going to be able to do without him. Not to mention Cindy was going to murder him in his sleep if he wasn't able to play. Running up the stairs and onto the sixth floor, Sam saw a very familiar tapestry and heaved a sigh of relief. There was a passageway behind it. He either had found out about it from James or found it himself. Either way, it was useful now. Hearing the yells of that Slytherin and even more of his friends, Sam slipped behind the tapestry, blinded by the darkness for a moment. As his eyes adjusted, Sam looked at the walls. He always knew there were other passageways, but never took the time to figure them out. If he knew about this, chances were, other people did too. Sam wasn't too silly to think that he was the first to find this in a centuries old castle. He walked deeper into the passageway, spying something in the wall. Without really thinking about it, because he heard some more yells, Sam went towards the wall. Thankfully, he didn't slam right into a stone wall. He did, however, step into a room of sorts. “What the...” He nearly cursed before he spotted Tinsley. Tinsley who was friends with Rose. Sam almost groaned, wondering if he should laugh or cry at this occurrence. “Well, hello there, miss. It appears we're fated to meet because what are the odds of us meeting in this place?” He asked, swinging his arms around. “Brilliant.” He murmured, giving her a charming smile. Or at least, what he thought was a charming smile. Some times, Sam Finnigan just rubbed people the wrong way. tagged: (TINSLEY MAXINE O'MALLEY) words: (348) outfit: (link) notes: (n/a)

made by remi of i'm so curious

[TINSLEY MAXINE O'MALLEY]

I WANT TO WAKE YOU FROM YOUR DREAM.

She hadn't even put her eyes onto the page. There were footsteps, seeming less hurried and more intentional. Looking up at the tapestry on the floor, she grabbed her wand and secured it back into place with a grand swoop. It was rippling slightly from the quick motion, and she bit her lip tersely. No, no, no... she thought avidly, practically praying that whoever was in her passage (such a childish notion that was) wouldn't find her nook. The footsteps stopped just as they were loudest, and she, silly, almost believed that whoever (or whatever) it was had gone. But then a body burst through her tapestry, and her wand arm shot up to point directly into the face of none other than Sam Finnigan.

Her eyes narrowed, but she resisted the urge to screw up her face in complete disgust. Of everyone in the castle who was capable of finding her in the only place she didn't want to be found, why did it have to be him? Of course it was him. Sam had an insatiable knack of bothering her at all times. He was an absolutely abominable individual with a complete lack of manners and tact (Tinsley herself wasn't exactly a master of tact, but she refused to acknowledge this fact whenever she decided to criticize Finnigan). She, surely, couldn't be the only one who had no idea how the Finnigans were bloody siblings. Evan was sweet, demure, polite, a little shy. Adorable! Sam was obnoxious, rough, rude, (ridiculously gorgeous, but that was beside the point!).

"Tell me," she started, not dropping her wand arm pointed towards him from where she sat curled up in her armchair. "Do you take pride in ruining people's days with your presence or is it simply a course of habit now?" She pursed her lips and finally dropped her wand arm, setting her wand on the window sill. It was horribly awkward trying not to look at him, because while she completely detested him (he was absolutely horrible by all accounts), she was the slightest bit curious as to what he was wearing and how his hair looked about his eyes on this particular day. What? she thought to herself as she pretended to look frustratingly towards the window while flicking her eyes back every few seconds. You don't empower him by just looking, she concluded.

"Honestly, what are you doing here?" she said, crossing her arms and finally looking back towards him with just as menacing a facial expression as when she first realize he burst through the tapestry.

TAGS: SAMUEL ANDERS FINNIGAN
WEARING: Outfit
NOTES: <3 Samsley <3

WHO DO YOU TALK TO WHEN YOU SING IN YOUR SLEEP?

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