Miss Howard emerged from the door leading to the carts that went to the vaults, straightening her hair with one hand and tucking her reticule back inside her cloak with the other. She felt vaguely nauseous after the bumpy cart ride to and from Vault 251, where she had deposited Miss Violet P. Blackthorne's quarterly allowance from her grandfather. She never quite felt at ease when in Gringotts and was glad this chore was over. It had taken quite enough of her time, too, and she still had a number of...private business transactions...to conduct in Diagon Alley before returning home. The school year was nearly over and she would have Violet on her hands again soon enough. Miss Howard sighed, wondered if she had enough time for a Firewhiskey at the Leaky Cauldron, decided she didn't, and headed back to the main doors of Gringotts.