Peaks out from behind the page and lowers music*
"Oh, I kind of forgot this existed, 'clears throat.' Well, after finding the Google Doc that had been buried unlabeled, here we are.
I will try to update this as consistently as Chaos, but truthfully, I tend to make up five different scenarios for stories before I ever touch a computer. I should probably start a journal to help with world-building."
Runs towards the nearest notebook and falls asleep before reaching it*
...
Professor McGonagall had taken me on the Knight bus to Diagon Alley to purchase my school supplies and set up my Gringotts account. To say the ride was unpleasant would be the understatement of the century. Who in their right mind decides to put a bunch of bunk beds in a bus and chooses instead of bolting them down to give them wheels?
Once we stumbled off and I no longer felt like losing my breakfast, she led me into the Leaky Cauldron. It was an older pub with a rustic feel. Adults were everywhere, eating lunch or listening to a radio broadcast of some strange game.
"Got another one, Professor?" came from the direction of the bar as the barkeep washed some tankards and glasses. Yes, Tom, it is that time of year after all, or have you forgotten already?" He seemed to chuckle lightly. Of course not, Professor McGonagall. It hasn't been that long after all, at least I don't think. Have a good rest of your day, and welcome to Diagon, kid."
He turned and started taking a patron's order as we moved towards the back and into the alley, stopping at a dead end, " Professor, how are we going to get through that?" She smiled lightly, pulling out her wand and tapping the bricks in a pattern. "With magic, my dear, magic can make the unseen seen after all." with that, the bricks parted to reveal a bustling street filled with dozens of shopping storefronts and stands scattered about with advertisements for Cauldrons, brooms, familiars, and so much more.
Sticking close to the elder witch, we moved relatively quickly, only pausing when a large marble building appeared gleaming in the summer sun. As we walked up the steps, my eyes were drawn toward the gold lettering under the Gringotts crest:
'Enter, Stranger, but take heed of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take,
but do not earn.
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
So if you sneak beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned,
beware of finding more than treasure there.'
Startled, I looked between the warning, the guards with armor and halberds, and the professor.
"Professor, who would be foolish to rob a bank with armed guards? That would be like some twit trying to storm Buckingham Palace during the Trooping of the Colors." Instead of the scot responding, one of the guards did: " You are correct, child. Very few stop and consider the consequences of crossing someone they see as beneath them."
Stepping slightly closer to the guard who spoke, "Then I feel sorry for the Pillock that tries, mister. Why would someone insult or steal from the ones who are in charge of their gold? It seems to be bad for business."
He snickered slightly. " Of that, you are the correct young one; please enjoy your time within our fumble bank." With that, he moved and held the door open so we could pass. With a contemplative Professor leading me towards a teller. "Good afternoon Teller, may your coiffeurs remain ever filled, Miss Granger here requires a meeting to open an account."
The goblin, as I'd been told they were called before we approached, regarded us for a moment. " May your vaults remain forever filled, and your ancestors never forgotten. One moment while I see who's available." He called over a younger goblin in a foreign tongue before they rushed off down the corridor carrying a scroll.
A few minutes later, he came back, "Please follow me. Account Manager Bloodclaw will see you now." We walked further into the bank, and I couldn't help but admire the Craftsmanship of the granite, wondering how long it took them to make it.
After a couple of minutes, we near a door, and the young goblin knocks on it, sticking his head through the crack momentarily to speak to whoever is inside before he opens it fully and leads us in.
Sitting behind the more oversized desk was a female goblin dressed in a business suit. " Miss. Granger, I presume, welcome to Gringotts Bank. I am Bloodclaw, and I will be your account manager for the duration of your business here. There are several things we need to do in order for you to open a vault, and one I'd strongly recommend." So sharp teeth, I guess they really like meat.
"Account Manager Bloodclaw, would it be preferable if I waited outside while you discussed bank matters." Professor McGonagall questioned from where she stood next to me.
"Normally, that would be the case, Professor, but an associate of mine suggested we offer you and the child a health check while you're here." She regarded us as if this occurrence was abnormal. "Did they happen to specify a reason for this?" The professor's voice seemed a touch weary, her Scottish accent slightly more pronounced.
" They said that the child's magic seemed to have disruptions at certain points and that your aura seemed clouded, Professor." one of the things I never expected to see today was the strict professor pale then start cursing profusely…..
I genuinely love the childlike ability to tell it like it is and not get in trouble. In reality, those days have long passed, so Hermione will gladly take the reigns.
I move into my dorm in two days and still haven't packed Oops.
Night/Morning, ya'll, it's after 12:30 am; why?
farewell,
Nyx