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lemon · 12-19-2015, 09:34 PM

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Originally Posted by keepmeclose22

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.

12-19-2015, 09:34 PM	#86 (permalink)
lemon DMLE Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: May 2010 Location: Wakanda Posts: 11,002 Hogwarts RPG Name: Annaliese Toussaint First Year x12 x12	Dani's Citrus Duck Spawn \| Mama Giraffe \| Lemon PATch \| Pushed the Red Button Quote: Originally Posted by keepmeclose22 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. __________________ and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.