Kyle fingered her wand as she walked up and waited in line - she hated lines. Lines were like death tolls if something went wrong you were stuck there in that spot moving shuffling forward and then that thing goes wrong and BAM its like all hell breaks lose and you could - could get hurt. Gulp. She still didn't like being hurt.

Nope. No being hurt - but she wanted to stop others from being hurt of course. Scratching her head she sighed what to do? She wondered, biting her lip as she looked up at the Goblins behind the counters.

Her application rattling in her hand as she trembled - fear? What was this. Buck up Kyle. She thought forcing a smile into place as she waited. The eighteen year old finally realizing what it was. The crowds oh how she dreaded crowds it was why she'd failed at Quidditch - the people, the eyes, everyone looking and watching.

"H-hello" she smiled up at the goblin behind the counter, "I would like to open a vault please" she smiled. Running a hand through her hair and getting it out of her face. She looked panic stricken and dastardly.