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Diagon Alley was just beginning to stir when Lucinda and her family arrived in front of Gringotts. The white marble of the wizarding bank gleamed under the morning sun, the massive bronze doors guarded by goblins whose eyes flickered with wary respect when they saw the Singhs approach. With an air of elegance and power, the family ascended the steps, their presence attracting a few curious glances from other witches and wizards.

Silas nodded at one of the goblins, who quickly led them to the waiting carts. In silence, they sped through the winding underground tunnels, deeper and deeper until Lucinda lost track of the twists and turns. She watched her father and uncle, who sat calmly beside her, their faces unbothered by the cool drafts or the rumbling echo of the tracks beneath them.

Finally, the cart screeched to a halt in front of one of the deepest vaults-a place only the wealthiest and most powerful wizards were granted access to. When the goblin placed his hand on the vault door, it shuddered and creaked, revealing a room that glinted with riches. Mounds of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts were piled high, sparkling under the enchanted light that filled the chamber.

There were jewels of every color, rare artifacts, ancient books bound in leather, and a faint shimmer from protective spells that guarded the wealth within. Felix stepped forward, casually pulling out a large bag and filling it with handfuls of Galleons, the clinking sound echoing in the vast vault. Silas filled another pouch, his movements smooth and practiced. They turned to Lucinda, handing her the bags with a smirk.

"Enough for your needs?" Silas asked, his tone dry, knowing full well they could withdraw ten times as much and it would make little difference. Lucinda took the heavy bags and felt their weight in her hands, though she knew her uncle would enchant them to feel light as a feather. She returned her father's smirk with a glimmer of appreciation.

"Plenty. I'll be well- prepared for whatever Hogwarts throws at me." With the funds secured, the Singhs returned to the bustling streets of Diagon Alley, ready for the day's shopping. Their first stop was Twilfitt and Tattings, a high-end boutique known for its fashion-forward take on wizarding wear.

Lucinda entered with a spark of excitement; while her Hogwarts robes would be her primary outfit, she was determined to bring her own style to her casual wardrobe. The store was filled with racks of clothing-rich fabrics enchanted with shimmering threads, sleek cuts, and edgy designs that stood out from the more traditional options seen at Hogwarts. Lucinda found herself drawn to pieces that were bold, dark, and a bit daring, an aesthetic her family both encouraged and approved. She quickly gathered a collection that suited her perfectly: black leather leggings that fit like a second skin, skirts that hugged her waist before flaring out, and an assortment of tights and fishnet stockings to wear beneath. She found an array of black crop tops-some with delicate lace detailing, others with silver embellishments.