Taylor: Haha, I'm glad the lessons are actually informational. Yeah, the lingerie thing seems to be popular I just kinda threw it in there. Anyway, I'm glad you liked it!

Pooja: I'm really glad I'm not just wasting my time typing up these random grammar things- that people are actually reading them! Thanks for reviewing!

Libby: Honestly, you liked the description? I could have gone on and on, but I know as a reader I don't like too much description, which I why I cut it kind of short (at least, according to me it was short). Yeah, Graham Bell does have a point, doesn't he?

Shan: Yeah, he does have a point. But then if you start thinkign about things from that perspective (if for this, why not for that) then a lot of things will get VERY messed up. As for the Gringotts thing, well, you don't know this yet, but Camila just moved to Britain. I guess I should have mentioned something about her accent being different; it didn't strike me beforehand. Anyway, thanks for being such a loyal reviewer.

Random Fact #5: Just to get off the topic of grammar...hmm...did you know that the Indian movie industry churns out the most movies every year? They make far more than any other country.

(All right, that's me being patriotic.)

And here's the post:

Inside Gringotts, nobody spared them a glance as the pair walked through the everyday hustle. Camila’s eyes were once again very busy, soaking in all the activity around her.

George led her towards an empty counter. Behind it stood a formidable looking goblin, with rather long strange nose. He was glowering at them.
George instinctively stepped slightly in front of Camila, as if to shield her. She, however, stepped out from behind him and stood right by his side. When he glanced sideways at her, Camila saw the corners of his mouth tugging upwards.

“Here is the key,” George stated to the rather ugly creature in front of them, reaching into his back pocket. Camila’s eyes followed his hand. ‘Bad Camila!’ She reprimanded herself before forcing her eyes up.

He came out empty-handed. “…or not.” He reached into his other pocket, but all he came out with was a rubber chicken wing. “Oh, right. Mum put it on the chain because she thought I’d forget where I put it.”

Camila tried to stifle a giggle at the irony of the situation, but in vain. It erupted like an odd little peep from her mouth.

“How dare you laugh at me!” George exclaimed, stifling his own onslaught of laughter. “Woe is upon me, the D-day is here…. employees have foregone all respect for their bosses…”

“Ahem,” the goblin in front of them interrupted.

“Wait a bloody second, will you?” George snapped, inexplicably annoyed. He pulled the small silver chain from over his neck. It was a delicate chain, but countering its feminine qualities was the dull color and the slightly rusty key which hung from it. Overall, it was definitely not something women would choose to wear.

He gave George another nasty glare, but pushed the ringer on his counter. Soon, a new goblin approached them and led them down into the darker and danker place. A musty smell surrounded the area – a mixture of old coins, glue, and yellowing newspapers.

Instinctively, Camila stepped closer to George. Her hatred towards dimly lit places was rather recent, but also rather strong. He noticed, but did not say anything to further her awkwardness. Instead, he simply brought his hand up to rest comfortingly on her back before dropping it again. That simple gesture was enough to slightly calm her.

Soon enough, they were seated in a small cart that delved even deeper into the underground tunnels. Initially, Camila was quite scared at the speed of the cart, and at its seemingly lack of control. However, when George started singing “Hex Me Before You Say No” by the Seductive Sonatas (not to mention in an incredibly off-tune voice), Camila had to laugh. Her fright quickly wore off.

“We’re almost there,” the goblin yelled over the racket the cart was making. Just as he said that, there was a sharp turn and Camila rocketed into George.

Catching her, he put an arm around her waist and held it there for a few seconds before letting go. Camila felt a wave of comfort and security sweep over her as she rested against his chest, but knew that she shouldn’t be doing this.

Giving him an apologetic look, she gently pushed herself away from him and into an upright position. George gave her a grin, indicating it was no problem, but something she couldn’t identify was missing from this smile.