It's Raining Gold

[Eleanor Floyd]

Eleanor had only occasionally ventured into Gringotts, usually only making withdrawals once a month or maybe once every two months as she rarely had any reason to spend an exorbitant amount of money on trivial things and was very good at planning for future costs and did very well in that regard, she never seemed to be a coin short. In fact, the reason for today's visit was quite the opposite of the norm. In truth, Nonnie had gone to Gringotts to make a deposit!

She clutched her coin purse tightly as she entered the establishment. Eleanor, by definition, would not call herself a racist, but the goblins did make her uncomfortable especially when she was there on business and she wanted to be in and out. She had received fine jewelry as a present over Christmas and had just now made the time to place the valuables in her vault, however small it may be. That was when there was a clattering of metal to the marble floor. Looking about, she noticed wizard coins of all sorts spilling all over the floor. Her heart raced as she grabbed the bottom of the bag, making sure there was no rips in her own bag. 

After confirming that there were no rips, Eleanor drew her wand from its carrier and muttered an incantation, gathering the coin in a small pile by her feet. "Who dropped this?"

  

[Cuthbert Binns]

Cuthbert, generally, did not use banks, he had never had much use for them when he had been abroad working as a curse breaker. However, now back in England he found the bags of gold in his rooms at the school somewhat an inconvenience as he was constantly tripping over them. When his Christmas salary had arrived he had determined that he would open a proper vault and keep his property safely there, thus making his rooms a safer place to traverse, and allow the school elves to clean the room effectively once more.

The bank was busy, which surprised him, for some reason he thought that the place would be as dead as a library, but apparently this perception of the Goblins as sacred tome keepers was somewhat erroneous. He had waited his turn in the que, his foot tapping in time to the faint strains of goblin chamber music that came from an enchanted gramophone, when a voice called from behind him – asking if anyone owned the coins.

He looked down, to see one, of the 4 bags he had brought with him was leaking coins from a cut in the seam. He turned his head and saw a rather pretty young lady holding up his wayward coins. With a shift of the bag on his hip, he manged to pinch the rip so no more coins would escape. ”Why eh, thank you” he said, indicating the tear, ”It seems you have better control of my finances than I do.” he joked with a small laugh at his own foolishness. ”I’m Cuthbert Binns, loser of renegade coinage” he attempted to offer a hand in greeting but instead sent another coin skirting along the floor.