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Chapter 3
Spirit Albarn
Spirit looked at the gray haired boy. "What is he doing?" He thought. The boy, Franken, was gripping his bag with his eyes closed. He seemed pale. "Maybe he is sick?" Spirit thought.
"Are you alright kid?" Spirit asked him. If he was sick he should probably look after the boy.
"I'm fine." Franken replied opening his eyes. "Do you know where Gringotts is?" He said his voice empty but his hand tight on his bag.
"Yes." Spirit said trying to remove all worry from his voice. He quickly put a grin on his face to try and mask his worry. "This way."
He guided Franken past the people and buildings by holding his wrist so that it seemed Franken was dragging behind him. There were soft sounds of owls and different creatures. There were wizards and witches talking about prices or the younger ones talking about the new broomstick and there tricks they were planing for the new year.
Spirit looked to Franken. He looked to be in pain. Spirit stopped walking. "Why did you stop.?" Franken said. Spirit didn't reply because he didn't know how to respond. So instead he just continued on his way to Gringotts.
They passed by shops that were selling robes, telescopes and strange silver instruments. Windows were stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eel's eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, and globes of the moon.
Spirit stopped. "Gringotts." He said looking up at the snowy white building that towered over the little shops. Standing besides its burnished bronze doors stood a goblin.
The goblin was a few inches smaller than Franken and a head and a half shorter than Franken. Spirit always felt a little off ease with the goblins and their very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked past him and inside.
Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time,with words written on them. Spirit pushed past the doors before he or Franken could read them. A pair of goblins bowed them past the silver doors.
They had entered a vast marble hall with about a hundred more goblins sitting on high stools behind long counters. They were writing in there large books or examining coins and stones. There were many doors that goblins were showing people in and out of.
Spirit and Franken walked up to the counter. "Hello." Spirit said to a free goblin to get his attention. "We've come to take money from our safes." He finished.
"Do you have your key's?" The goblin asked in a seemingly rough voice. Franken held up his. Because of his short stature he had to stand on his tip-toes
"It seems to be in order." The goblin said at examination of the key. Spirit looked over to Franken who had his head down. Spirit cocked his head at him and took his key. Franken didn't seem to care. "I will have someone take you both down to the vaults. Nagnok!" The goblin called.
Nagnok was yet another goblin. They followed Nagnok to one of the pairs of doors leading off the hall. He opened the door for them. They were in a narrow stone passage lit with flaming torches. It slopped downward steeply and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Nagnok whistled and small cart came hurdling towards them. They climbed in and were off.
They hurled through a maze of twist and turns at a high speed. Freezing cold air stung spirit's eyes and he felt a tad nauseous.
He looked to Franken who was wide eye, slightly sweating, had his hand over his mouth, and staring at Nagnok. Spirit would of thought that he was about to be sick, but his face wasn't green. Spirit would of thought that Franken was scared of the goblin if he didn't catch a glimpse of him smiling. Spirit got side tracked as they plunged even deeper. They pasted by a lake and what Spirit thought was a dragon.
The cart stopped at last beside a small door in the passage wall, Franken got out after the goblin. His hands were shaking and he had to lean against the passage wall to stop his hole body from shaking.
"Key." Nagnok stated.
"Here." Spirit handed over the key he had confiscated from Franken earlier. Spirit looked over to Franken who had straightened up. Nagnok opened the door. A lot of green smoke came billowing out, and as it cleared, Spirit's mouth dropped. "Franken, are you rich?" He bellowed, turning to face him
"I don't know. I would assume not or my family just doesn't care about money." He sighed.
"How do you not know if your family is rich?" Spirit said.
Franken walked into the vault and poured money into the bag. A whole lot of galleons, sickles, and knuts. Spirit was actually surprised at how at ease he was carrying it considering the weight of the bag and how Franken looked like he would struggle to carry a kitten. Franken was still wobbly from what ever have effected him on the way down there witch, still, concerned Spirit.
They climbed back into the cart and were off. Spirit turned a little green and Franken had and emotionless look on his face. Spirit was still trying to figure this kid out.
I'm sorry if I portray the characters incorrectly. This is just how I think they would act in the wizarding world. Also thanks for reading, please comment
