It's all lies, darlin'
More often than not amethyst wondered about the stupidity that adults could posses or in her case, her parents.
Rosalind and Antares wished to be safe in the ongoing war between the light and dark faction and for that they had emptied the family coffers. they did not have much, but the House Of Noir was still a house that held a wizegnmoat seat and sufficient wealth. but now, all emptied.
Noirs were not rich, they were average. Living on the same old ancestor's money and investments, they had not made any significant progress. They were not successful like the Malfoy's or the blacks but they sure did behaved like ones.
Narcissa Malfoy was aware about their family situation. After that funeral she never contacted her or called her and invited her to live in her manor. She expected nothing but the casual and obvious indifference was not one of them.
Truly she was Black through and through.
Rosalind's mother was a Black. She was lucerita's and Orion's sister. Unfortunately, the black family had long since abandoned her. Growing up she married a man and surprisingly gave birth to a witch. Arcturus Black had not been too please when Rosalind married someone like Antares, a man who was known to be a little too violent in private. not that he had any right to. but she was sure that Narcissa being her godmother was due to him. Despite retiring from the head of the House posoition, the man never really rested.
" Suprise-Suprise there bitch." she said with a giggle as she drew out her family chart. She wanted to make a tapestry later. It would look really cool.
Times were turbulent out there after all. The year of 1980 was still clouded in darkness and 2 year old Amethyst Noir could do nothing but wait for her turn to strike. She wanted to strike, desperately while the iron was hot.
She knew, somehow-something whispered to her deep down-that this was all going to end soon. Since she was a baby she had trusted that voice so right now all she could do was wait. She wanted to hound that potions master but knew that it was impossible. He had a side to help after all.
Till then she could engage herself in these pesky little tasks. Hmm, maybe she could go to Gringotts tomorrow too. She had to check her account balance. It would be nice if they would send monthly statements or something like those muggle banks. Groaning she stretched.
Going there every time just to know how much was in the vault was a little annoying after all-
Snap. Her eyes opened.
Huh. Bank statements. That could be a nice start.
"QUINSY!" she shouted, since Olly had died, Quinsy and Redrik were now with her. One took care of the house while other one took care of the garden and outer lawns.
"Mistress" Quinsy appeared with her ears flapping around. A nervous creature whom she had smoothed down with her kindness, yes amethyst was very kind after all. Olly would have agreed.
"Bring me to the library, please." she ordered with a smile. Anything worked as long as you said it with a smile and a please. Anything.
An hour later, she sat in the manor's library, the only impressive place about the whole house to be honest. Gently she closed the 5th book.
The para still lingering in her mind,
'Gringotts Bank, the premier financial institution of the wizarding world, offers a wide range of services tailored to meet the unique needs of its magical clientele. Here are some of the key services provided by Gringotts:
1. Currency Exchange: Gringotts Bank facilitates the exchange of Muggle currency for wizarding currency, including Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts, allowing witches and wizards to conduct transactions within the magical community.
2. Vault Rentals: Gringotts offers secure vaults of varying sizes for individuals to store their most valuable possessions, such as gold, magical artifacts, and family heirlooms. These vaults are protected by powerful enchantments and guarded by the fearsome Gringotts goblins.
3. Safekeeping of Magical Items: In addition to gold and treasures, Gringotts provides specialized storage facilities for magical items that require extra protection, such as cursed objects, rare potions ingredients, and magical creatures.
4. Financial Management: Gringotts offers a range of financial services, including savings accounts, investment opportunities, and wealth management advice, to help witches and wizards manage their finances and plan for the future.
5. Loans and Mortgages: For those in need of financial assistance, Gringotts provides loans and mortgages to qualified individuals, allowing them to purchase property, start businesses, or fund their magical education at institutions like Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
6. International Banking: With branches located across the globe, Gringotts Bank offers international banking services to facilitate transactions between wizards and witches from different countries, ensuring smooth and secure cross-border payments.
7. Gringotts Trust Services: Gringotts acts as a trusted executor for wills and trusts, ensuring that the wishes of deceased witches and wizards are carried out in accordance with their instructions and that their assets are distributed to their heirs appropriately.
8. Goblin-Made Items: Gringotts Bank also sells a selection of high-quality goods crafted by skilled goblin artisans, including swords, armor, and other magical items renowned for their durability and craftsmanship.
Overall, Gringotts Bank serves as the cornerstone of the wizarding economy, providing essential financial services and safeguarding the wealth and assets of the magical community for generations to come.'
She confirmed again and again that yes, there was no mention of them offering or magically updating financial statements as soon as cash was withdrawed from the vault. She has no doubts that such things would be appreciated by controlling parents and middle class families. The service charge should not be much but most importantly those statements should be updated magically. That would be the main selling point.
Rubbing her hands, amethyst skipped outside and stood at her father's office. She had no doubt that he would know a arithmacer or a wizard/witch who would be capable of making something like this.
Half an hour of rummaging and she found a book. Listed with important contacts and owl addresses she skimmed though the book and landed on a particular name, Derrick Hogswarthe.
"A arithmacer who was still struggling after loosing his job at the ministry. Personal problems with the current minister of magic-ah no wonder he had been blacklisted. Hmm." she skimmed through the diary, seriously these high class wives were amazing. They had so much free time.
Alright then. She stood up. With determination she summoned quincy who quickly brought the quill and paper and she started writing down the contents of it. The selected price, she could decide upon that tomorrow after seeing how much she still had in her vaults.
Folding the parchment she carefully tucked it inot her father's drawer and groaned. The healing potions were making her sleepy. Yawning she went back to her bedroom and slept like a baby. Even in her sleep, Quincy wondered, little miss was still reciting her schedule for tomorrow.
Mistress lost her favourite elf and parents both in a day. Mistress needed Quincy and Quincy would work hard for the little mistress.
The imposing building of Gringotts was a sight to behold. Thousands of years of history, stood before her. The early morning wisps of diagon alley was cool, refreshing and calming. Unlike the atmosphere in the rest of magical world, Diagon Alley was still a positive brimming place filled with wonders.
To avoid crowd and suspicion Antares brought Quincy with her in the early morning at the bank.
The guards at the entrance stood tall, she walked in with her head held high. Looking weak in front of these nasty creatures was not an option.
Walking at the front counter she cleared her throat, peering at the goblin above her she passed the keys, "Name?" the creature, Griphook, a quick glance at his name tag, "Amethyst Noir." she said out loud.
With a nod, she was lead to her vault. The roller coaster ride was not fun-these things were downright horrible and disgusting-her Quincy seemed to have a lot of fun though. While she was vomiting, Quincy was giggling.
"How much money is left currently?" she asked with a small voice, the vault that seemed huge had galleons that did not even fill half of what it was supposed to. It was pathetic.
"2000 galleons and 14 knuckles, 120 sets of jewellery and 234 goods." the goblin announced. She gulped. Damn you guys-she wished she could have vomited at their tombstone-at least it would have been useful. Yuck.
Rolling her eyes away, she sighed and went inside. Surveying around she passed 200 galleons, 3 sets of jewellery, a blood red stone and a sword filled with jewels to quincy. Quite tasteless if you ask her.
Quickly quincy stuffed those things in her bag and she again went through that horrible thing-fuck those goblins-and after making sure that her hair was not out of place she went outside.
Never again, she vowed to herself.
'FLOURISH AND BLOTTS' the bookshop, with a positive mind she went inside. 3 hours-the bookshop was so huge she surveyed the sections and finally found another loophole. There were no novels-dreamy, prince charming novels-yeah. None of them.
The population of magical Britain was not small, if she counts the french and Bulgarian magical societies then it would be huge. Now if only she had enough patience to write a novel. Tsking, she looked at other section. 3 books cost her around 18 galleons. She payed the money and came outside. The shop was hella expensive. Not to mention, there was no cozy place where one could just sit down and read to their heart's content. They were one of the major shops around here. The least they could have done to earn more money is invest in a small cafe so that people could relax and read. The problem with people like her is that they have lots of ideas but they are unable to act on them because of the lack of capital. Well-patience amethyst-in the future for sure.
She skipped back outside, the hustle and bustle had started, people were moving back and forth now. She noted. Soon she came towards the floo area, her gaze unintentionally went towards the lane behind it.
"Knockturn Alley" her mind whispered to her, like a dirty dark secret. Breathing she she watched the alley steadily, even when the man came and showed his sharp rogue smile, she watched the alley.
"Ah," she said to herself, "it's a woman" the woman walked to her and smiled, she did not back down, she maintained eye contact with her. The woman brought her face close, her hand at her back had stopped quincy from approaching, she whispered in a sweet, seductive voice.
"it's all lies darlin', all of them-liars."
It was at that moment where her consciousness whispered to her steadily, "A Veela."