The goblin sat behind his high counter eyeing the Weasley boy. Another day with hoards of witches and wizards piling in to Gringotts to unload all their valuables in the vaults hidden beneath the surface, but this wizard was different. He knew him on sight with the tuft of bright red hair. His work was quite profitable for the bank. Bill Weasley was a prime example of a curse breaker. But it had been months since he last traveled for work as he had opted for a desk position. It wasn't uncommon for him to be gone for long periods of time still, as the war was his top priority. He took a leave for some time to mourn the death of his brother and some other wizards he apparently cared for. He came back changed—clearly affected by his battles with the stink of werewolf about him. It was hard enough to trust even this wizard, but with the scars and clear signs of attack the goblin could not help but to be suspicious. Especially after the multiple break-ins the bank suffered at the hands of the Potter boy. The death of his friend Griphook still hung heavy in the air from helping those ridiculous wizards. They even stole back the sword of Gryffindor! And Bill Weasley was a part of their army. He felt disgusted by the need to work along side wizards. Taking their money and hoarding it in vaults was quite enjoyable. He relished the power the goblins held over the wizards despite the wizards actually believing they were in charge of the bank. Only a goblin could release the treasures stored here—no matter what the wizards told themselves. But still, Bill had been helpful before. "Good morning, Sir" Bill called up to him. He always gave respect which never went unnoticed. The goblin loosened a bit in his judgement and although didn't smile, the muscles in his face relaxed slightly. "I suppose you are wanting your orders. Are you sure you can handle your assignment?" The goblin never missed an opportunity to call into question a wizard's capabilities. "Yes, sir." Bill's simple answer held a firmness that showed despite the hardships he had endured over the past months. It was time for Bill to resume his career as a curse breaker. The life behind a desk was never something he wished for. His risks weighed heavier on his mind now with Fleur expecting their first child. The thought was still so new to him—fatherhood. But if there was anything his father, and he supposed the war too, taught him was that life was meant to be enjoyed. He hoped one day his children would appreciate the same excitement in their own futures. He was restless to get back to his tombs and secret passageways to uncover some long lost history needing to be purged of the evil curses. Working for Gringotts wasn't always easy, but typically he didn't need to actually step foot in the bank. The world was his office. Some of the goblins had even come around to him and were less likely to treat him as though his only intent was to discover their secrets and steal all of their precious gold. He didn't bother to tell them it was because of him that so many of their stores had been filled! Bill retrieved his orders from the Head goblin at Gringotts and quickly exited the way he had come. He didn't bother spending anymore time attempting idle chat because goblins found very little use for it. Instead, he felt his heart flutter with the excitement as he glanced the pages to find he would be on his way back to Egypt.