The Magical Di Angelos

Gringotts

Nicolo's Pov

"We should get our money first." Mario said "the bank is right over here." he pointed to a sign that said 'Gringotts'.

"Lead the way mr. Smartie pants." Hade said. Mario sighed and started to lead the way to a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was a goblin.

The goblin was about about a head shorter than me. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and very long fingers and feet. Definitely a goblin, different and less harsh then the ones I've seen, which is few, but definitely a goblin.

He bared his teeth at us, but reluctantly bowed as we walked in. Then there was a second pair of doors, now silver, with words carved onto them.

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Most pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

"Cool!" Hade said when he finally finished reading it. "Interesting." Mario said after studying it over again, because he finished reading way before us. I swear sometimes I thought Mario was a descendent of Athena not Hades. Biancole just smiled and looked at all of us "Be careful. I can see the you guys are thinking something-"

"Yeah. Very slowly in Hade's case." I said smirking

"Hey-" Hade said

"Stop! Just don't do anything crazy." Biancole said.

"He started it!" Hade shouted at me

"Well you won't let me finish it!" I shouted back, pissed

"Both of you need to shut up!" Oh no, it's a pissed off Biancole, run for your life.

We became quiet as we walked through the doors, another goblin unwillingly bowed. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools in a vast marble hall. They sat behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were so many doors leading off from the hall, I couldn't count them, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these, obviously with less hatred and more respect.

Mario lead us to a counter.

"We need vault number 666."

The goblin sneered "Have your key?" it spat

Mario pulled it out and handed it to him.

"Thay seems to be in order." he said distastefully, probably wishing there was something wrong and he could punish us. He handed Mario the key. "I will have someone take you to your vault. Griphook!"

Yet another goblin came out. He motioned for us to follow him, all the way towards one of the doors leading off the hall. Griphook held the door open for us while scowling. We were now in a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward with little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a smalll cart came hurtling up the tracks toward us. We climbed in and were off.

At first we just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages, I smiled and Hade laughed loudly from beside me. I smirked, this was awesome. It went in some many directions, twisting and turning so much that if I had to find my way back I would just find a way to live down here instead. The shaking cart seemed to know its own way because no one was steering.

The cold air whipped into us, making my eyes sting,  but I kept them open. I saw a burst of fire from a passage way and twisted to see what it was but too late, we kept going. We passed an under ground lake with huge stalactites and stalagmites jutting out from the ceiling and floor.

"Whats the difference between stalagmites and stalactites?" I questioned.

"Well duh. Theres an m in stalagmite and a t in stalactite." Hade said in a smart aleck voice.

I growled at him, but didn't do anything because of our company.

We zoomed farther and finally came to a stop. We climbed out and saw that we were right in front of our vault, vault 666.

"Key." the goblin demanded quietly. Mario handed it to him and he inserted it into the door. I heard some gears moving then it swung open. Inside were piles of drachmas, weapons, and three other types of coins. There was also some mortal money. I scooped up some drachmas and mortal money, shoving it in my pocket. I assumed the other coins were wizarding money and just took a variety of them to be safe.

I headed over to the weapons and saw an old piece of paper. I picked it up and put it in my pocket, deciding it is weird and will be investigated later. I saw a ring laying on the ground in the midst of the dangerous items, it was black and was molded into a face of what looked like a skeletal horse thats skin shrunk on their body. I picked it up and put it on. I pressed the face and armor ran up my arm and onto my body, covering me almost completely in metal.

I turned to my brothers and saw they were wearing the same thing. They were made of black stygian iron but mine at red borders while the rest had their favorite colors on theirs. I laughed, as we seemed to always copy each other in some ways, but are completely different at the same time.

We chuckled and all pressed the face of the skeletal horse creature that was indented on her chest where the necklace had layed. The armor shrunk back up with a metallic shink! and I looked around the place. I saw a badass knife, stygian iron with swirled designs on tye handle, so I picked it up and put it in my belt.

I looked at my brothers and they all nodded at me, we're ready to go. We all walked out the door and heard the door slam behind us. We climbed back on the cart, which was fantasticly epic. I smiled at my brothers as we left the front doors of Gringotts. Me and my brothers have so many differences, but weapons is definitely some commen ground, even for peaceful Biancole.

Biancole sighed, but nonetheless straightened with a sense of duty, "Time to go shopping."

I'm sorry this took forever to update, but I'm just a little angry and frustrated. These two guys keep asking me to Banquet, a party at the end of 8th grade, but not in a serious way. At lunch they'll ask me while they're surrounded by their friends which will burst out laughing when they're done. I'm not a sensitive person or anything, you could come up to me now and use all the things I hate about myself against me and I'll be like, 'meh', but I can't stand being embaressed in front of numerous people because it makes me feel helpless because no matter what I say they'll just laugh. The one kid, who I've known since kindergarten, also asked me out in 7th grade while we were walking to lunch and I couldn't go anywhere or do anything so I just told him to stfu and flipped him off, but I just hate his guts, along with his little friend.

Enough of my problems, I don't know who's reading this, but I love you guys.

Thanks for reading,

J.R.G.