An Explosive Deal Open Closed

The Hufflepuff had never had a reason for Jack to visit the abandoned toilets on the second floor, but the rumors about certain events there were aplenty. Today he had decided to change that. The boy often acted on a whim, and today was no different than any other....so far. Luckily today was the perfect day!

With a careful step, Jack entered into the dusty, dead stalls of the second-floor lavatory. Actually, they would typically be empty, but what he found instead was a vender of sorts—an unexpected turn of events for sure.

With a sudden burst of confidence, he strode directly in front of the salesman, with his small bag and little description tent. "So...what do we have goin' on here?" Jack crossed his arms and carefully inspected the older boy with a cocky grin on his face. "You givin' these out or somethin'?"

Jack felt this was kind of strange, even for the odd crazy school's standards. Crouching down, Jack snatched ahold of the label and read it aloud, "To activate: Use incedio on the bag, be sure to point at the center of the bag?" He askes, before continuing, "If you cannot use the spell, find someone who can. Make sure to stay far away- It can burn through iron?" He looked up once again to gauge the dude's reaction. He didn't even to bother to read the small print

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Dale was a little bored, thirty minutes of waiting and not a single person had come by, he started to doubt anyone would come by. He had pulled out a small book he had stored away in the front pocket of his bag and started to read it. Another 30 or so minutes passed by, a bit faster this time, and he heard the familar creaking of doors. He looked up to see a guy walk through them and approach him

"So...what do we have goin' on here?"

Dale examined him, he looked pretty sure of himself, he carried himself with confidence... and maybe a little arrogance. Dale smiled, this was exactly the type of person he needed. He had a reason for selling his thermite, not just to cause a bunch of drama, but to gain data. After all, he was only one person, but if he could get say... 15 people to run "tests" for him, then he could perfect his recipe even further. It was the perfect plan in Dale's eyes.

"You givin' these out or somethin'?"

Dale's smile was matched by the other guy's cocky grin, he read out the label and looked down at him. Dale got up and dusted off his black jeans, he stood at least 2 inches above the boy, "Well, im not exactly giving these away, but they are for sale... with a few conditions." Dale said, happy his stutter didn't rear its head.

"...Hold on a minute."

Dale heard a voice behind the other guy, his heart stood still for a moment, thinking it was a perfect, or worse, a professor. But no, it was just another boy, he sighed in relief. "You're not professor Masoud. And neither are you!" Dale didn't even know that there was a professor named Masoud... maybe he should pay attention more in his classes. "What's this, then?"

Dale wasn't very keen on telling him the truth, it sounded like this kid was close to a professor, and even if he wasn't he keen on even taking the chance. But he had thought of a plan long before, "Oh, I was just giving my freind here a bag of a spice mix." Dale eyed the first boy trying to get him to follow along with him.

The suspicious boy answered in the most untrustworthy way, right after standing. "Well, I'm not exactly giving these away, but they are for sale... with a few conditions." The handsome older boy said. The scarred Hufflepuff was not a fan of being smaller than other people, even less so than somebody a shady as a guy trying to sell stuff in the bathroom.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the somewhat soft-spoken loo conversation. "Hold on a minute." it started as Jack with the speed of a child who had been caught in the act, whipped his head towards the new voice.

"You're not professor Masoud. And neither are you!" Who the hell was professor Masoud? Jack had never heard of that professor. He would know, considering Jack had some rapport with most of them. "What's this, then?" the unexpected boy continued.

Jack had little to say before the bathroom stall salesman went on-"Oh, I was just giving my friend here a bag of a spice mix."

Jack Warren knew a lead when he heard one. "Yeah, Spice. I wanted to try cooking with it. Make some good grub, y'know?" The delivery wasn't exactly the best, but Jack thought he did well enough.

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"You're not professor Masoud. And neither are you!"

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Ana was concealed behind a corner, nervously regarding the scene before her. She had come because there had been cryptic rumours going around the school all day - some guy selling stuff in the abandoned toilets, explosives, if she'd understood it correctly. Something you could use to pull a prank on somebody - which was exactly what Ana wanted.
However, she had been prepared for being alone with the "dealer". The small crowd of students gathered in the bathroom was kind of unsettling. Ana decided to wait until she had figured out the situation: what was each of them doing there?
One student, a Slytherin, was definitely the boy trading explosives. He had about fifteen bags about him, each was filled with a powdered substance and had a small white label on it. Ana quickly did the maths in her head: if he managed to sell all of them, he'd have thirteen Galleons and seven Sickles by the end of the day. Not bad. Most first-years could only dream of that kind of money. 
There were two other boys with him, two Hufflepuffs. One of them had clearly expressed that he wanted to buy one of the bags, then covered up the detention-worthy incident when the other boy came in, claiming the contents of the little plastic bag to be some sort of spice mix. He would not rat her out to one of the Professors - they were all in the same boat, if he told anyone about Ana trying to buy explosives, she could say the same about him.
The second Hufflepuff was much more difficult to figure out. He had a soft, childlike voice, had apparently been looking for some Professor - Professor Masoud. Ana had never heard of him. She doubted that he existed. Still, she could not be sure, and despite the guy seeming very much harmless, someone who had a close affinity with a teacher was dangerous in this kind of situation. 
The boy was now climbing up the side of a stall and perched on top of it. Ana very nearly burst out laughing at this peculiar sight - a boy sitting upon a toilet stall, talking about secret hideouts and such. Maybe he was harmless after all.
However, the fourth person in front of her, the only girl in the room... that was a different thing. She didn't seem to know what was going on, and it was possible that she would be running to a teacher or prefect as soon as she found out. “Well, this is usually the point where I ask what in the world all of you are doing, but I‘m not sure if I want to know now.”, Ana heard her say in a loud but calm voice. She leaned forward, inspecting her robes. Another Hufflepuff. Why were there so many of them here? 
Carefully weighing up her options, Ana decided to play along with the spice thing. "Nothing", the Ravenclaw said coolly, strolling out of the shadows and entering the bathroom. "We're just exchanging spices. Tips on cooking and baking." She turned to address the Slytherin with the bags still in his hand. "You're the one who's selling them, right? I'd like a particularly... fiery mixture. You know, the kind that makes your mouth burn. Maybe with a little chili in it? I'll be having a party soon, and I'd like the food to be a surprise." She winked slightly, making sure to stand at an angle where the other girl could not see her eye. "This one's also wanting to buy some of your spices, right? As soon as you've finished the transaction, maybe you could come with me. I'd like to test them out a little, just to make sure you're giving me the right package." Ana could be naive sometimes, but she knew that it was possible that the Slytherin just wanted to make money by selling fake explosives. His house increased that chance even more - after all, Slytherins were known for being deceptive and cunning. She wouldn't pay ten sickles for anything unless she had made sure that it worked.

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Dale was getting tired of this, he wasn't here to talk or lie, he needed to get these things out there. And running a test here and now would take too much time. He honestly didn't care about the money, he just wanted to get these things out there, and the faster the better. All he needed the money for was to buy potion supplies... but it looked like he would need to do more errands to save up for those. "Ok listen" Dale addressed all of the people on the bathrooms. "All of us look really suspicious in here, and to be honest I don't really care about the money I'm getting from this." He looked around the room at everybody "If you want one of these bags, the only conditions are that you don't tell anyone where you got them, and you report back to me if it workes or not." Dale eyes everyone in the room, he wasn't used to being this assertive and didn't really like it all that much. "Now take these bags and leave, and make sure no one sees you leaving, or all of us are in big trouble, me more than you." Dale put his bag in front of him and motioned to The two people who were there to buy his product and not interrogate him.

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Ana frowned upon hearing the second-year speak. "All of us look really suspicious in here, and to be honest I don't really care about the money I'm getting from this. If you want one of these bags, the only conditions are that you don't tell anyone where you got them, and you report back to me if it works or not. Now take these bags and leave, and make sure no one sees you leaving, or all of us are in big trouble, me more than you." They did look suspicious, meeting in an abandoned bathroom that no  student would have an appropriate reason to be in if they weren't planning something... out of the ordinary. 
However, Ana thought that the Slytherin's behaviour was even more suspicious. Why would he give away explosives that were worth ten Sickles per bag for free? If he was that worried about getting caught, he wouldn't have tried to sell forbidden substances in the first place - unless he was extremely arrogant. Was the boy afrad of someone investigating what he actually had in his bags?
Ana scrutinized him carefully. He was definitely hiding something. "Don't you dare try to fool me", she announced, folding her arms. "I don't care about the money either." That was certainly not true. Ten Sickles were a lot for the Ravenclaw, and she was relieved that he wanted to give away the bags for free. "But I want to make sure that it works. We'll test them. Now.", she commanded, grabbing a bag.