Brennan Nithercott walked into the line and waited for his turn. He didn't know what to expect from his new vault.

Brennan smiled at her, "I'm here to open a vault."

Carol had been so busy with daily life that she had only just remembered about going to Gringotts in order to open a vault. She was now standing in the queue with her wand clutched tightly in her hand, ready for the goblin/s to inspect.

Tex nodded and looked over the paperwork. Everything looked in order there. "I just need to register your wand and then one of our vault goblins will escort you to your new vault." she said.

She extended her hand over the counter and waited to be handed the wand.

Another customer. "How may I assist you?" Tex asked surveying the witch.

"I would like to open a vault, please," Carol said as she extended her hand that had her wand in it towards the goblin.

Carol nodded. "I would love to visit my vault now, thanks," she replied.

Lyzrog practically bounced over to where she was needed at the counter. She always liked taking people to their new vault. They were usually either really excited or really scared, and both of those options were fun for the goblin.

"Follow me, Miss," she said to the girl, "I'll take you."

OOC: You can go ahead and post at the vaults.

15-year-old Austin Moore walked into the Bank. He had been in a few times with his father, but never on his own. This summer he was planning on working at his father's shop, and he needed a place to store his money. The teen was both excited and nervous. Was he too young to get his own vault? Did he have to have his father here too? Either way he walked up to a free counter, and waited to be helped.

As usual, Quizzit Wispigot's joints had been aching all morning. They were so stiff and painful that he found it almost difficult to even complain (which was an often occurrence, really). Perhaps it was time for him to retire? He was grumbling to himself in Gobbledegook when someone approached.

Ah. A wizarding youngin, and a fresh-out-of-school looking one at that. Let him guess— he wanted to open up a VAULT? How rare!

"How may I help you, sir?" the elderly goblin asked, some of his disgruntlement seeping into his tone.

Austin was a bit confused at the question. Surely the only reason he was here was to open his own vault. But maybe there were people who had other business. No matter his reason for being here, there wasn't a reason for the tone. His father had told him about the goblins, but he didn't think it was true.

"Um, I'd like to open a vault please." He tried to sound as confident as he could, but it came out shy. Austin felt embarrassed that he had wasted this goblin's time, even if it was his job. All he wanted to do now was go home.

"I'll need to register your wand." Lots of information was gotten from that thing, it was. Quizzit could tell he had embarrassed or scared or somehow befuddled the young lad, and it really hadn't been his intention. He was just SO achey this morning.

But he attempted to smile (which came out more like a grimace) as he extended his hand for the boy's wand.

Ahhhh. The elbow. Most painful, creaky thing of all.

Austin pulled out the holster that was attached to his leg and handed it to the goblin. He seemed to be rather angry about something, and he hoped that it wasn't his fault. Although the boy wasn't sure what he could have done in the span of a few minutes. He had only said one sentence.

The fifteen year old found it best to just wait out what the goblin had to say, instead of trying to strike up a conversation. He let his mind wonder a little bit, thinking about what kind of information a wand could give.They couldn't speak, obviously, but... how does one extract information? Was there a spell? Or a potion that you could put on the wand? It was very intriguing.

While he examined the wand, weighing it and taking other measurements and notes, he spoke again.

"Do you have your application? Give it here, please."

Wizspigot & Cutty
 

After parting ways with Mrs. Clark, Cutty (now a grown wizard) made his way over to the New Vaults and Maintenance Counter. Third Goblin from the left. That would be where Mr. Quizzit Wizspigot would be found. Cutty looked up to see with Goblin in question and his immediate thought was focused on whether or not he had an eligible daughter. The scrutiny would be amazing but the ins with the Goblin community would be worth it. And if one knew nothing about the Wizarding economy, one knew that it was of Goblin origin. One of those things not talked about openly at parties, though.

"Mr. Wizspigot. I'm Cutty Mordaunt. Mrs. Clark sent me here to evaluate my Gobbledegook." He had on a faint smile as he wondered if he should've said all of that in Gobbledegook.

He should have. He really should have.

Quizzit Wizspigot, stiff joint extraordinaire, was expecting a Goblin language speaker, not... this. His tone as he replied in rapid Gobbledegook conveyed as much to the Mordaunt boy.

"Mr. Mordaunt," was the hissing translation, if Cutty was educated enough to understand it, "These are the vault counters. The Potions Market counters are over there. Tell me, why are you here if that is where you wish to work?"

Tex had her eye on this one. She did not appreciate being scowled at. She, however, was mentally formulating how to deal with this one.

Nothing but pure business.

"What brings you to Gringotts."

SPOILER!!: Tex

Tex had her eye on this one. She did not appreciate being scowled at. She, however, was mentally formulating how to deal with this one.

Nothing but pure business.

"What brings you to Gringotts."

Seb moved up to the counter and tried his best to friendly, (which was at best a grimace) trying to hide his disdain for the place under his forced, thin-lipped excuse of a smile.

What else would he be doing here other than wanting to open a vault?

Just keep your mouth shut, Seb.

"I'd like to open a new vault," he said in a gruff tone, before adding "please."

He slid his wand out from the inside of his suit-jacket and placed it on the counter, alongside with the application that he had filled in.

He was in no mood to stay here longer than was needed.

Tex grabbed the wand and looked it over. 12 and 1/3 inch cedar wand. She checked that against application. Yes. Very good.

"It appears everything is in order." she said sliding the wand back across the counter. She filed the paperwork then turned her attention back to the man.

"Do you want to see the vault now or would you rather leave your first deposit here?"

Tex extended out her hand to accept the young girls wand. She silently examined it before handing it back. "12.75 inches, hickory, unicorn hair core." she commented more to herself. She then double checked a list of records sitting next to her.

"Could I get your name?"

"Selina Valentine" Selina answered, slightly worried that they would for some reason deny her entry into the family vault.
What if they were going to insist she was of age, before they let her enter!? Then she'd have to go to school with second hand books and uniform. No that would not do!

Tex nodded. She updated the file with a few quick quill strokes.

"Follow me please." she said sliding off her stool. She grabbed a ring of keys and led the way over to the vaults.


OOC: Since the Opening Feast has now started, we'll be wrapping up DA rps. Feel free to post in the vaults. I just ask that you make it one post as students should now be at school. ^_^