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Emil whistled softly as he entered the store. Oh! How wonderful it all was for him. He'd heard of this place so many times before, but never really been there because he'd been so far away. So many wonderful things, oh so plentiful! Nobody would disturb him, either, since he was new here. No constant waving nor single thing that makes the trip difficult. There'd never been a store near his town nor anywhere else in the small part of the world he'd been through that had been dedicated to practical jokes, at least not in the Wizard world. Everyone was so serious, so boring, bland.

He browsed through the different powders, potions and other magic devices meant for harmless fun. He picked a couple of potions from the shelves, one was a mild laxative, the other a full body dye. He examined both bottles carefully, the liquids inside shining slightly. He swirled each bottle and looked on in amazement as each liquid's fluid movements whirling and twirling. However, these things were not what he was looking for. He was looking for something he couldn't quite recall the name of, but he knew what it did.

Jack was in the back of her beloved store, tampering. When Elliot had told her he had purchased the store, she had been insanely jealous, until he had told her it was so she could have it. He had gotten the money from his father, who had seen it as gift to the pair of them rather than as a business investment. It was in Eliot's name and he would keep it like that until she could repay him, but he was not to bothered with the upkeep of it. No, that was left to Jack.

She was fiddling with the little man from a set of the reusable hangmen. This particular one kept breaking down once the user ran out of letters and refused to climb towards the gallows. Right now, it was making whimpering noises as she poked and prodded it with her wand, trying to figure out what was wrong with it.

She heard the door open and she looked up from her work table. She squinted and walked back towards the front of the store, slipping her wand into her pocket, and holding the struggling little man loosely in her right hand. She pushed her way into the front room, but before she could greet the customer, the wooden man made another run for freedom. She grumbled and pointed her wand at him, tapping it. He went limp and she hefted into her left hand.

"Sorry about that," she said, looking at the customer. He was a boy about her age, though he did not look familiar. Hmmm, that was strange. She gave him a studying sort of look and then plopped the little man down onto the counter, turning to face the customer. "So, what can I do you for?"

Emil turned, startled by Jack. "Oh, uhh, I was looking for something. I don't really know the name of it, but I heard it existed. It comes in a powder, in a red package, and it causes people to get temporary rashes. I need it so I can play sick to get out of going to school when it's time to go back". Maybe he'd been mistaken when he saw his mate playing with such a product. His buddy ordered it special from a store a bit farther away in an area he'd not been before. He didn't know if this store carried such a product, or if he'd have to go elsewhere for it.

"I really hope you know what I mean, or what I'm even talking about".

(I'm pretending that this happens near the end of the summer so that Jess doesn't bite our heads off. I'm making up a product for Emil to want, because the store would probably not carry it, and Emil would have to get it special ordered like his buddy.)

(Lol, thats okay)

Jack narrowed her eyes in thought and her eyebrows cam together as she pondered his request, reaching up to rub her chin with her index finger's knuckle. "No idea about the packaging, but we did have an itch powder, though we have not carried it in awhile." She turned, scanning the shelves.

She brightened at the thought of a small challenge. She did not like the simple purchase and leave routine. She moved towards the shelf carrying their Skiving Snackbox products. With an edge of eagerness in her voice, she said, "But we do have our Skiving Snackboxes. They are sweets with a range of ailments. We have ones that'll cause you to vomit, or to break out into fever, etcetera. Then when you get out of class, you eat the other end, and you're fine." She smiled and turned back to him, showing him some of their Fainting Fancies.

"Well, those would be a nice touch, but I need something that'll last for a bit so I can get out of classes for longer. The people at Durmstrang are very picky about disease, and won't just send anyone back to the dorms if they're just a little bit sick. I've tried to fake illness, but they caught me and gave me a detention" Emil frowned. He could still remember that day, oh how humiliating! He was mocked by the other students, told he was a failure even! Oh, how painful that was. Painful indeed. The detention wasn't a simple waiting game, either, he had to write a long boring essay about the importance of schooling and attending classes regularly.

"I need to make it very real looking, just to fool them for a while".

Jack felt a mysterious smirk unfurl onto her face as she listened to him express his doubts, while making a mental note that he was from Durmstrang. Nevertheless, she felt challenged by his doubts and was eager to prove them wrong. She turned and her eyes scanned the mild crowd, searching for-

"Edgar!" The other staff member turned at her call and hurried over, politely (and nervously) asking what she wished. She jerked a thumb at the Durmstrang boy and said, "He needs a demonstration for some of our products. The Skiving Snackboxes." Edgar turned slightly pale and said, "Again?" She smiled and said, "Open wide!"

She popped one end of the Fainting Fancy into Edgar's mouth and he fell over, in dead faint and she turned to the Durmstrang boy. "See? Can't really argue with that. Then you have a friend fix you up with the other end, and you're good." She dropped the other end into Edgar's mouth and he sat up, rubbing his head.

She turned back to the customer. "We also have Puking Pastille, Fever Fudge and, my personal favorite, Nosebleed Nougat. All are convincing, and I'm guessing you don't have these products around Durmstrang, so it'll be a mystery." She grinned mischievously.

A grin came across Emil's face. "Very good, very good!" He applauded the 'performance', he deliberated for a moment which things he wanted. Oh so many choices in his mind, so many combinations, or could they be combined? He didn't know, but it'd be fun to know if they did.

"Can any of the milder ones be combined, like the fever and the puking? I wouldn't imagine using the fainting one because I don't have friends into that kinda stuff, so they wouldn't get the other end in me". Emil frowned, "I also need something to get back at a certain teacher of mine, I won't say who he is, but I don't like him. He's too rough on his students because he's a bit batty, a true....uhh, what's a word for someone that makes you work too hard?"

She did sort of a small little jerk bow when he applauded, a smirk on her face. She helped up the disgruntled Edgar and clapped him on the back. "I give you Edgar, ladies and gentleman." She smirked at him and he scowled back at her, turning and walking away, rubbing the back of his head tenderly.

"Most people would say workaholic or dictator or stickler, but I say asshole, or prat," Jack said, smirking slightly. She said, "It isn't usually wise to combine them, simply because it can get sort of confusing and there are side effects, of course. I promise you they are effective on their own. But if you had to combine them, then I would say the Puking Pastille and Fever Fudge. But trust me, no one will want to take your temperature if you've had a Puking Pastille." She smirked again.

At the mention of revenge on a teacher, however, Jack's eyes zoomed around the room. She said distractedly, "Tough luck, I have some teachers like that myself, up at ol' Hogwarts." Her eyes fell upon a tin of sweets and smiled. She grabbed it and turned to the boy. "If your teacher would eat a sweet left out for him this is perfect. It's called a Canary Cream."

Emil smiled, his lips going in a little crooked grin in a smooth transition. He chuckled softly, temporarily losing the grin, but it stuck right back like a rubber band slingshot. He'd have lots of fun during the school year. His one and only passion was sports, they were like women to an especially randy straight man. He could only imagine what half the stuff in this place would do to errant teachers, or bullies that might try something funny. Even to opponents on opposing teams as a method of getting back at them for winning. The possibilities were endless for Emil's over active imagination.

"Asshole or prat. Yeah, I like the word asshole though. I shall call him that, because he deserves to be outright told that. He hates me especially because I don't know his materials that well, even though I've tried for so long to get used to them. He's hard to deal with", Emil said. He eyed the pills, "If that's the case, then I won't combine them, but I will get more than one of them, never know when they'll come in handy. That teacher of mine teaches something called an 'essential' course, which I was told was needed for me to do anything in life. I have no choice but to be there". He frowned at the thought of that teacher. He smiled again when he thought of the Puking Pastille and the Fever Fudge. "I imagine no one would, but they don't do it orally at Durmstrang", his face paled, "They take it in...you know". He was pointing at his rear and nodding grimly.

"You've recommended just the right thing! Last year, a student was caught with candy in his classroom. He sent the student to the Headmaster and the kid got a detention. The fat-ass took the bag of candy and munched away on it during his next class he was teaching. I happened to be in that class" Emil's eyes narrowed, "It was if he were making us feel below him. Like servants for his own amusement". He shuddered at the thought. He bit his lip, "What does that candy do, anyway?" He poked the candy, "It's very cool looking, and seems the perfect thing".

Jack grinned when he said he would buy a few, not because she would be making money on the deal, but because he had seemed impressed with the joke sweets. The Weasley twins were heroes to Jack, and she was always glad to spread the fact that they were brilliant pranking geniuses to the world, one trouble-making student at a time.

She laughed at what he said about Durmstrang students. The more he talked about it, the more she recognized the similarities between the school with an odd fascination for dark arts and Hogwarts. Then again, that was what happened when your school was taken over by Death Eaters, but it still sent shivers of anger and revenge through her body, making her blood boil furiously.

She smirked when he seemed excited about the Canary Creams and then even deeper when he asked what it was that they did. As he said that, a young student walked into the shop. Jack turned and approached him, recognizing that he was new to the shop, otherwise he would be looking wary. "Hello, would you like a free sample?"

He wobbled his head and reached into the tin, grabbing one of them. He popped it into his mouth and smiled. For a second he chewed victoriously, and then the next second, with a [i]Pop![i] he turned into a canary. The canary zipped about for a few moments before there was another noise. The boy toppled to the ground, landing on his bum and stared up at Jack in shock, yellow feathers flying around his face. Jack grinned. "Take a complimentary one." She stuffed one into his hand and turned back to the Durmstrang boy. "Ta-da."