Do you sell in bulk?

Selwyn had a need. Halloween had passed in Hogwarts with more of a whimper than a bang and that was just unnatural. This was the school that blew up on a regular basis. On one hand, it was a good thing that nobody was dying anymore, on the other it was boring that everything was so, well, boring.

He could fix it. He had the materials. Or he would have the materials, right after he flagged the attention of the shop assistant. They really needed more staff in this place. Maybe that's what Selwyn could do once he finished school. Now that he was a seventh year, there was more pressure than ever before to make some decision about his future. He pushed the idea further from his mind and concentrated on his mission.

"Hey! Ginge!"

This was the first time in a few days Jack was even able to come in to the shop. Andy, Kirsty, and Gary were all full time and kept the shop running really well, and she was busy getting into a proper rhythm with the Falmouth Falcons. Jack was better than the Beater she had replaced, but Jack kept her standard to the top in their league. She was intent to get the team to the World Cup.

But, today, she had to help with some inventory and renovation. They were preparing the shop for Christmas shopping, and it always went by easier when they simply worked the changes into the daily routine.

Unfortunately, she still had to deal with annoying customers. Like the one identifying her as a ginger.

Jack had long since refrained from being offended by the term, just the way she didn't mind the term 'mudblood'. She turned, walking over to the boy. "What do you- hey. You're Selwyn. I remember you from Hogwarts." Her interactions with him hadn't been plentiful, but he had been one of the people that didn't bore her enough to tempt her to jump out a window.

"Yeah, you tried to beat me up that one time," he reminded her. "But you probably do that to all the boys."

"I need some stuff. I get a discount for being your friend, right?"

He looked her in the eye and smiled encouragingly. At school Jack had always been on edge, she probably wouldn't fall for the mysterious allure that made other girls do whatever he asked them to. How inconvenient.

"Ooooh, right," Jack said, nodding. "The faces blend together after awhile, so I can never remember who I beat up." She shrugged.

"A discount?" she ehoed. "Well, if I beat you up, that would imply we weren't friends, right?" Wrong, her conscience reminded. She had been in plenty of fist fights with Matt Lestrange, and they were great chums now.

"I have one discount rule here," Jack said. "If I think the idea is good enough, I give you what you need for the cheapest I can. Interested in that sort of discount?"

Selwyn couldn't help but roll his eyes. Jack was still trying to control everyone even after she'd left Hogwarts. Probably that was why she'd bought this place. Girl really needed to get her arse in a psychiatrist's chair.

"Is anyone interested in that kind of a deal?" he shot back at her.

It probably sounded sarcastic, but her was genuinely interested. Was this "deal" especially for him or were his peers really that dumb?

"Sure they are," she responded, suddenly extending her arm out as a Caroling Fanged Frisbee whizzed by. She caught it and tapped her wand on it. "Wrong section," she said, more to remind herself to put it where it belonged.

She continued on, saying, "See, I have little motivation to give a discount to a student planning to release fireworks in the trophy room. But the student with the nerve to release it in the middle of class, with dungbombs attached, with Ton-tongue toffees falling from them- Well, that student is more likely to get the discount. Why?" She shrugged. "'Cause."

Really, Jack liked seeing who was doing well at continuing the trouble-making traditions at Hogwarts.

"Because you're a manipulative freak with a fixation on her school days," Selwyn amended. "That's not normal, you know. You should see someone about it."

"And it's not going to make me tell you anything. You might need to plan everything you do meticulously, but my best work happens on the spur of the moment."

Sam had been browsing casually through WWW's wares, in particular looking for a replenishment of his Skiving Snackbox, but more than anything just taking a look at what was new, when he overheard plans to release fireworks with stinkbombs in the middle of a classroom. A quick peak around the corner of the shelf and he recognised two people; Jack, whom he'd not seen in a few years now, and a Slytherin boy Selwood... Sellmore... Seymore, that was it, Whom he also hadn't seen in a few years.

His ears straining he resolved to keep himself forewarned for this planned prank, until he overheard Seymore's comment on Jack's continued fixation on her school days, snorting loudly before clutching at his mouth, certain they'd heard him eavesdropping on them...

Jack laughed. "You must really not remember me from Hogwarts. I didn't have a fixation on Hogwarts even when I was there. And say what you will, I have the power to lower and raise prices here." She flickered a fake smile, "It's nice being a control freak when you have the authority to control."

He continued to speak but a noise distracted her. In all honesty, what he was saying really had no importance to her. Customers were fussy and Jack had stopped caring about their small talk long ago. It might mean something to them, but it was just a collision of sounds in a long list of meaningless, boring sounds.

She recognized the other boy too. "Oi. Grigori. Need something?"

Useful. Little Sam Grigori wasn't so little anymore and he'd distracted Jack for the moment Selwyn needed to swipe a couple of decoy detonators from the shelf between them. It wasn't according to plan; Selwyn had been planing to secure a whole stash of pranking items for himself but since Jack was being so smug he was damned if he'd pay full price for them.

"Welp, sounds like we can't do business then," he said, slouching toward the door. "Been fun chatting, Jack. Don't forget to get your head checked while I'm gone."