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| | Unfinished Box of Beans A box of unfinished drabble threads that didn't reach their SS100, SS50, or SS25 target but remain a fun read nonetheless. | 
05-17-2016, 02:39 PM
| | |  50 Ficlets for the Sass of Slytherin- Sa 13+
 Hello! 
Welcome to my first ever writing-thingy here on SS! This ficlet-thread is for my Hogwarts-charrie, Mason Stevens.
I really hope that you enjoy reading them!  If they suck. . . then I'm sooorrryyyy!  Disclaimer: The uber-magical world of Harry Potter belongs to none other than the glorious J.K. Rowling! List of prompts:
1. Accio 2. Avada Kedavra 3. Bluebell Flames 4. Blasting Curse 5. Colloportus 6. Crucio 7. Confundus 8. Diffindo 9. Disapparate 10. Engorgio 11. Expecto Patronum 12. Furnunculus 13. Flagrate 14. Glisseo 15. Hurling Hex 16. Impedimenta 17. Imperio 18. Incarcerous 19. Jelly Legs 20. Knitting Charm 21. Langlock 22. Legilimens 23. Levicorpus 24. Lumos 25. Mobilicorpus 26. Morsmordre 27. Muffliato 28. Nox 29. Obliviate 30. Oppugno 31. Orchideous 32. Peskipiksi Pesternomi 33. Petrificus Totalus 34. Point Me 35. Quietus 36. Reducto 37. Relashio 38. Rictusempra 39. Riddikulus 40. Sectumsempra 41. Scourgify 42. Silencio 43. SpeRevelio 44. Stupefy 45. Tarantallegra 46. Twitchy Ears Hex 47. Undetectable Extension Charm 48. Unbreakable Vow 49. Wingardium Leviosa 50. Waddiwasi Characters Mentioned: Healer Cece Murdoch Ariadne Greingoth  Age 10
Stevens Manor, Bath Mason stared intently into the tortoise’s eyes, her own narrowed. Her brows were knitted in consecration as she attempted (for the millionth time) to get into its head. “Legilimens!” She said the incantation and waved her father’s wand at Voldetort.
The tortoise barely flinched at the girl’s antics, still staring at her in what looked to be amusement. He turned his attention back to the lettuce that he had been chewing before Mason came to bother him. She gave a frustrated groan and pouted slightly as the tortoise chewed. She gave him a side-ways glance and crossed her arms. “You’re not an Occlumens, are you?” of course he wasn’t, but she was frustrated with her failure.
Ever since Mason read that passage, all she wanted to do was become a Legilimens. She had begged her father to get her a teacher, but he refused, stating that she would only use it for her own gain and her own games. But that wasn’t true at all, she just wanted to see what tortoises thought about. That wasn’t entirely true either, but she wasn’t going to go all Salazar Slytherin on anyone . . . maybe just learn a few secrets. . .
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05-18-2016, 01:55 PM
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Hogwarts Dungeon Mason glared over her shoulder at Murdoch. It had been the Healer herself that had condemned her to this hell in the first place. Even if she had been ‘rude’, it was still way too horrible of a punishment, this stupid Muggle cleaning. And it wasn’t just any cleaning, Mason had been tasked with the glorious job of cleaning a dungeon, but obviously Murdoch wouldn’t make it that easy. She was to clean the dungeon that kept conjuring food, rotten food, over and over and over again, no matter how much she scrubbed.
She swallowed down the lump in her throat. She wasn’t going to cry in front of this woman again, even if her hands were gonna reek of Muggle-vomit for weeks, she just needed to get out of here fast. . .
But she wasn’t allowed to use magic, or else she would have Scourgified this place in the blink of an eye. . . but alas, that was not possible. Mason gave another sigh and continued scrubbing at the disgustingly grimy-floor.
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06-06-2016, 03:54 PM
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 Age 13
Stevens Manor, Bath Mason buried her face into her knees and wrapped her arms around her legs, as if her little ball could keep the sobs out.
She could still hear them, all the way upstairs, that was how strong the grief of her mother was. Never-child, that was how Mason thought of her little brother, or what would have been her little brother. . . He had been born dead, that’s what the Healers had said. And her Mama mourned, screaming and crying, cursing Merlin for taking the little thing so soon.
A stray tear leaked from the corner of Mason’s eye, rolling down her cheek, only to be followed by a torrent of more. Why was she crying? She had been the least enthusiastic about the child, after all. But now. . . now she- she was sad. Sadder than she thought she’d be. The tears only rolled faster at the sound of her mother’s wails. "Quietus, Quietus, Quietus!" She mumbled over and over as she flattened her hands against her ears, trying in vain to block out the sorrow. But she couldn’t, cause she had neither wand nor non-verbal-magic. And all she could do was listen to her mother’s cries and mourn with her, the little bear she had gotten for the child pressed against her chest.
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07-17-2016, 11:59 AM
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 Age 12
Slytherin Dorms, Hogwarts Castle
Mason couldn't help but shudder as she read the passage. The faltering candle-light didn’t do much to stop the feeling of unease that crept up on her, seemingly crawling from the pages themselves. Morsmordre. The spell that cast the Dark Mark, old Voldy’s sigil. One that her own ancestors had so blatantly brandished themselves with.
Pulling the green quilt tighter over herself to try and stop the goose bumps from forming. It wasn’t even that cold in the dank-Dorms, but the content on the passage had creeped her out enough to clutch the quilt even tighter. Frowning down at the musky old pages, Mason couldn’t help but be fascinated by the information. Tracing her finger over the ink, her finger following the path of the serpent as it slithered from the mouth of the skull. She shuddered again at the thought of this sinister-sigil blazing in the sky.
She couldn't help glancing over to where Aria slept soundly. Her entire family had basically been Slytherins, right? And since the Slytherins of old tended to be the ones foolish enough to follow Voldy. . . Mason wondered whose side her family had fought for, and hoped that they hadn’t been as stupid as her own. . . | |
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09-04-2016, 08:15 PM
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Anya and Mason's Apartment, Yekaterinburg, Russia
"Lumos."
The tip of the Yew lit up at Mason's whispered spell, illuminating the cramped space that she now called a room. The white light bounced against the countless boxes that lined the poorly painted walls, casting shadows that stretched towards the open window of the tiny room, as if her things were silently begging to get out, as if they wanted to go back to England. Just like she did.
"No," She muttered firmly to herself, shaking the thought from her mind. She wasn't ever going back. She refused to live under the same roof as Sebastian Stevens, refused even acknowledge the fact that he was her father. He lied to her, cheated on her mother, and destroyed their entire damn family.
Looking across the little room, her gaze drifted towards a shiny frame. Mason smiled half-heartedly at the picture that sat on her worn dresser. It was of them. Her father and mother, smiling and laughing in the moving montage. They were still so young in it, still in love, and the joy that showed on their faces was real. . .
. . . But now all of that was ruined.
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