Draco received a letter from his father several days after Flora had sent her's to the goblins. Lord Malfoy said that he and a goblin representative would be coming to the school in a weeks' time to retrieve the sword. Flora had been requested to be present, and Draco was informed to teach Flora the proper way to address goblins. She'd already been bowing to them, which was a great start, but there were a bunch of phrases she had to learn.
It was quite curious, goblin culture. Flora wished that the library had books on them, but she had found none. Draco explained that goblins greet each other with particular phrases, and the phrases differ depending on your relationship with them. In a purely professional setting, the phrases were quite violent: may the blood of your enemies wet your blade, may your foes fall at your feet, may your vengeance be swift. But if you were close with a goblin, the phrases were sweet and innocent: may your tea never cool, may your gold overflow, may your family remain in good health. And while there were many written examples of such phrases, any would do. Draco's father had coined a phrase that had made their account manager laugh: may the blood of your enemies soak into the ground of battle and bless your field. Flora knew she'd have a good time coming up with new phrases.
The day of the goblin's arrival, Lucius Malfoy came to the castle early and had breakfast with Draco and Flora before leading them up to the headmasters office. Professors Flitwick and Sprout were also in attendance.
"Lord and Heir Malfoy, Heir Potter," the Goblin greeted. He walked over and bowed to Flora, she bowed back and then he took her hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Young Potter. My name is Greatthorn, and I will have the honor of explaining the situation to you today."
"/A pleasure to meet you as well, Master Greatthorn. May the blood of your enemies wet your blade,/" Flora signed. The Goblin obviously didn't know sign language, so Draco translated. Greatthorn laughed jovially before settling into a chair.
"And may your blade never dull! You and I will get along just fine, Heir Potter. It was a great surprise to receive the letter about your discovery of our great lost sword. Lord Malfoy has filled me in on the finer details of the incident, but, if it's alright with you, I would love to receive a copy of your memory," the goblin was looking to Flora expectantly, with just a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Flora nodded at this enthusiastically.
"Lord Malfoy was also correct in informing you that the sword rightfully belongs to the Goblin Nation. With a regular blade, conjuring it in your time of need would transfer it into your possession, just as besting another wizard would change its wands loyalty to you. However, we would like to bestow upon you your own Goblin forged blade. Both in recognition of your great feat, and as a thank you for returning our Artifact. Would this be satisfactory to you?"
"/Oh absolutely!/" Flora told him, "/It would be such an honor to wield a goblin blade./"
Draco couldn't help but smile as he translated, the girl was practically bouncing in her chair.
"Splendid!" Greatthorn replied. "The blade will be ready for you just after the end of the school year. We also require that you allow us to train you how to properly wield such a blade, but of course we will have to work out the timing of said training with your legal guardians."
Flora's face fell a bit, and she shot a glance over to Dumbledore.
"Miss Potter's guardianship is a little complicated at the moment," he told the room. "We're still working out the details."
"No matter," Greatthorn waved him off. "There is time still. Once the school year is completed, we ask that you come to Gringotts at your earliest convenience."
"/I will,/" Flora said. "/Would you like my memory now? I don't know how to extract it./"
"Just close your eyes and think about that day, I'll do the rest."
She closed her eyes and thought back to last week. A warmth spread over her head for just a brief moment, and then it was gone. Greatthorn now held her memory in a vial, and Dumbledore continued to look sour.
"I have much to do. Again, it was a great honor to meet you. When you come to the bank, ask for Greatthorn by name and we'll have it all sorted. Thank you Lord Malfoy, for bringing this to the Nation's attention." He turned to Dumbledore and gave him a short and curt reply before seeing himself out.
"That was so cool!" Draco said, spinning to face her.
"Manners, Draco," his father scolded.
"Right," he said, losing some of the carefreeness he had just displayed. "Seriously, though," he whispered, "I can't believe they're going to make you your own sword! And teach you how to use it too! I wonder if you'll get invited underground, no human's been invited in forever!"
"I believe the true figure is somewhere around 400 years," Lucius clarified.
"Yes," Dumbledore butted in, "That would be an honor. Well, as everyone has things to do today, I suggest the children get a move on."
Flora and Draco bid everyone a good rest of their day and headed downstairs with Lucius.
"I'd say that went rather well. The Nation is quite smitten with the girl," Flitwick said.
"I just wish I could convince him to at least put the sword in a museum, instead of wasting away below the bank where no one will ever see it."
"Albus!" Pamona scolded. "The sword is rightfully theirs. They could have just taken it and left."
"She's right, Albus, I don't know why you felt the need to accost the man. It won't do to insult the Nation," Flitwick said.
"Well," Albus mused, "What's done is done."
A week later, Flora received a letter from Bill.
Flora,
I apologize for taking so long to write you back, Gringotts has been keeping me busy. Congratulations on being a magical sensor! I agree with your decision to keep quiet about it, better safe than sorry.
One of my supervisors mentioned you in passing, something about getting your very own Goblin blade? Congratulations on that as well, and I expect a full report the next time I see you.
Bill