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SilverTiger · 07-30-2010, 09:37 AM

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Originally Posted by Quazi

Quazi whistled to herself as the cart proceeded on its course. Hearing the voice of Miss Ravenswood, Quazi looked back. "Quazi makes the trip everyday. Some are longer than others, but it is always interesting." When one thought about it, Quazi did take the trip rather often considering what her title was. It was odd for some Vault Manager to ventured down into the vaults as much as she did, but again she was the type to actually enjoy what she did for Gringotts. It wasn't a task for her at all, it was just a way for her to be more hands on with everything.

Looking back forward, Quazi could see that they had just past the 500's and were on their way toward the 600's. It wouldn't be that long before their journey would be coming to an end. Their trip was already reaching the 2 hour mark as still and the faint smell of moisture was still lingering in the air. The distinct smell of dragon was also present as the cart entered into another cavern of drops and turns. Again the faint roar was heard. Oh it must be the end of Bunny's feeding time. Glancing back, Quazi nodded. "Oh yes, Bunny is the one that most see. Yet, we have a number of them around. Quazi does try to avoid them as much as possible." Goblins and dragons did not go together and Quazi did not want to be the meal to Bunny if possible. Looking back forward, Quazi shrugged. "We should be there shortly, yes it won't be long."

Proceeding on its way, the cart slowly began to level out as their journey neared its end. Coming to a stop, Quazi reached for the lantern and stood up. With her free hand, she motioned toward the vault as she hopped from the cart. "Vault 642, Miss Ravenswood," she announced as she stood before the vault and pulled the key out. Inserting the key into the keyhole, she turned it slightly as the clicks within the door began. With each turn of the key, a series of louder clicks could be heard until the door itself swung over. Stepping to the side, Quazi smiled and pocketed the key once again.

Aliceara nodded, fully aware that the odds of Quazi noticing the gesture were slim, yet unable to not reply that way as her question was answered. "I can imagine," she said, thinking back on the roars they'd heard, as well as the speed and odd feelings brought about due to the inability to see at points. She couldn't really imagine how long it must take to get to the vaults even lower than hers, though. If it took two hours to get to hers, she wondered if some people had to be here all day. And that didn't count the goblins and people who worked here.

Her nose wrinkled a little as the musty smell didn't dissipate, and was joined by another smell. That reminded her of the question of dragons, and the roar they'd heard. Holding her breath as they descended more, over another stretch of bumpy tracks, her blue eyes widened again as another roar was heard. Only to be replaced by a wry smile as Quazi turned to her again. "the dragon's name is Bunny? That's quite creative." In an odd, almost ironic way. "I don't blame you for trying to avoid them." Dragons were one creature she'd rather not meet, even though she generally didn't get nervous about things like that. "Thank you," she said then, as she was told they'd be arriving soon. Hopefully the dragon was still far away. And then they'd arrived, and she climbed out of the cart after Quazi. Unlocking the vault was fascinating.

"Thank you again," she said as she was allowed inside. "This is probably not the time to ask, but we were going to transfer funds to Wizarding currency?" Stepping inisde, she withdrew the velvet pouch containing her jewelry, then withdrew several boxes reduced in size, placing them on one of the shelves lining the walls. At least she could do that before worrying about her funds.

07-30-2010, 09:37 AM	#18 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,214 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Quote: Originally Posted by Quazi Quazi whistled to herself as the cart proceeded on its course. Hearing the voice of Miss Ravenswood, Quazi looked back. "Quazi makes the trip everyday. Some are longer than others, but it is always interesting." When one thought about it, Quazi did take the trip rather often considering what her title was. It was odd for some Vault Manager to ventured down into the vaults as much as she did, but again she was the type to actually enjoy what she did for Gringotts. It wasn't a task for her at all, it was just a way for her to be more hands on with everything. Looking back forward, Quazi could see that they had just past the 500's and were on their way toward the 600's. It wouldn't be that long before their journey would be coming to an end. Their trip was already reaching the 2 hour mark as still and the faint smell of moisture was still lingering in the air. The distinct smell of dragon was also present as the cart entered into another cavern of drops and turns. Again the faint roar was heard. Oh it must be the end of Bunny's feeding time. Glancing back, Quazi nodded. "Oh yes, Bunny is the one that most see. Yet, we have a number of them around. Quazi does try to avoid them as much as possible." Goblins and dragons did not go together and Quazi did not want to be the meal to Bunny if possible. Looking back forward, Quazi shrugged. "We should be there shortly, yes it won't be long." Proceeding on its way, the cart slowly began to level out as their journey neared its end. Coming to a stop, Quazi reached for the lantern and stood up. With her free hand, she motioned toward the vault as she hopped from the cart. "Vault 642, Miss Ravenswood," she announced as she stood before the vault and pulled the key out. Inserting the key into the keyhole, she turned it slightly as the clicks within the door began. With each turn of the key, a series of louder clicks could be heard until the door itself swung over. Stepping to the side, Quazi smiled and pocketed the key once again. Aliceara nodded, fully aware that the odds of Quazi noticing the gesture were slim, yet unable to not reply that way as her question was answered. "I can imagine," she said, thinking back on the roars they'd heard, as well as the speed and odd feelings brought about due to the inability to see at points. She couldn't really imagine how long it must take to get to the vaults even lower than hers, though. If it took two hours to get to hers, she wondered if some people had to be here all day. And that didn't count the goblins and people who worked here. Her nose wrinkled a little as the musty smell didn't dissipate, and was joined by another smell. That reminded her of the question of dragons, and the roar they'd heard. Holding her breath as they descended more, over another stretch of bumpy tracks, her blue eyes widened again as another roar was heard. Only to be replaced by a wry smile as Quazi turned to her again. "the dragon's name is Bunny? That's quite creative." In an odd, almost ironic way. "I don't blame you for trying to avoid them." Dragons were one creature she'd rather not meet, even though she generally didn't get nervous about things like that. "Thank you," she said then, as she was told they'd be arriving soon. Hopefully the dragon was still far away. And then they'd arrived, and she climbed out of the cart after Quazi. Unlocking the vault was fascinating. "Thank you again," she said as she was allowed inside. "This is probably not the time to ask, but we were going to transfer funds to Wizarding currency?" Stepping inisde, she withdrew the velvet pouch containing her jewelry, then withdrew several boxes reduced in size, placing them on one of the shelves lining the walls. At least she could do that before worrying about her funds. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥