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Staring at the bag suspiciously, Quizzit held out a hand expectantly.
...for the wand and key of course.
Once the two were clutched in his hands, he again gave her the expectant look. "I gather you do have a vault..." His way of asking of course if she even had a vault at all and if she did what was the number. They could not possibly expect him to memorize every descendant of every wizard family. Now his family mind you, he could trace back for....
But that was neither here nor there, because he was helping a customer.
Amaria placed her wand and key into the out streached hand.
"Yes I do have a vault, number 502 I believe I said," the 23year old said impatiently. Hadn't she just said that right before he asked her what her name was? Amaria looked at him quizically.