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3rd pov,
"Well Miss Neé Evans Black, we must take a look at your vault status." Jemma nodded. "Surely you must be aware of the monthly transfers from your vault to the following," Griffhook picked up a piece of paper from the table an started to read out the list, "10,000 gallons, monthly to Mr Albus Dumbledoor. 5,000 gallons monthly to Mrs Molly Weasley. 1,500 gallons monthly to Mr Ronald Weasley, Miss Ginny Weasley, and Miss Hermione Granger. All of which are signed by Mr Albus Dumbledoor."
"I must say I was not aware of any of that" Jemme said blankly. Thankfully from the numerous years of doing her uncle and aunts tax for them she knew what to do. "I would like all money returned to my vault with interest please. I will also need to withdraw some money is thats alright?"
"Of course Miss Neé Evans Black. After all you are considered a goblin friend from here on out, we do owe your mother for her unconditional kindness towards us goblins!" Griffhook proclaimed, making Jemma giggle. "Also we offer a card payment service now, soyou won't have to keep coming back everytime you need money if you are interested?"
"That would be lovely, thank you so much Griffhook." The now redhead smiled gratefully at the goblin. She then waved goodbye and walked out of the safe/vault thing.
"Bilbo," Griffhook called out as soon as Jemma was out of sight. Then a goblin seemingly appeared out of thin air, "please immediately prepare an express owl to send this letter to one Cedric Diggory."
"Of course."
*
After she picked up her new card from a goblin called Reggie who sat at one of the many desks in the entry of Gringotts she decided to do a little bit of shopping!
First she went to Olivanders, just to be sire the glamour that had been placed on her hadn't meesed with the process of her wand choosing her. To which he said the wand knew all along. Next to get some new robes, being she should be resorted due to her inheritance and her actual birth certificate now being official.
She went into a few other stores, purely out of curiosity. But she decided to call it a day when she saw the butterbeer pop-up carts being set up along the streets, signaling that the sun would set within the hour.
