Gobbledegook

A/N: This is going to be a re-write of "Do or Die". With that story, I felt as though I was straying from the original plotline that I had come up with. Comment and tell me whether or not you like this new plot! So, welcome to Gobbledegook.

Gaulda Mac paced her quarters anxiously. Something big was happening today, she knew. Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had scheduled an appointment with her. The witch tugged at her dark locks of hair nervously and thought humorlessly about how she was going to wear a rut in the marble flooring of the bedroom beneath her.

Speaking of the bedroom, it was as simple as they come. It contained a bed, chest of drawers, and a desk, all of which were made from the same light colored wood. No pictures, nor knick-knacks decorated the walls or furniture. It lacked a certain personal touch, yet it was to be expected considering the way she was brought up.

Gaulda Mac, a human witch, lived in the secret underneath Gringotts Bank, which was run by goblins. You could say that she was just another secret to add to the greedy goblin's collection. She didn't mind though. It wasn't like she could anyways. They'd taken her in when no one else had wanted her.

Growling impatiently to herself, she checked her wristwatch. Noon was approaching, but not nearly fast enough. Though just at the stroke of twelve (not that she was staring at her watch or anything), the light sound of an overly large fingernail gently scratched the door to Gaulda's bedroom. The door melted away to show Gaulda's favorite goblin Griphook.

The small (and rather young compared to other goblins but super old when considered by Gaulda) goblin stood in the doorway and spoke in rapid Gobbledegook -the official language of the goblin nation.

"Lady Gaulda," he addressed her formally. "You are requested upon by Albus Dumbledore." Finally.

Gaulda's face did not portray her thoughts. Instead, she nodded to her fellow companion and began to leave behind the safety of her quarters without a second glance. Like several times before, Gaulda found herself wondering what the old coot had gotten shoved up his arse this time.

In previous years, Albus Dumbledore had come to Gringotts more than several times. Before, it was only money issues. Then add that to the Philosopher's Stone scandal (she knew ALL about that one. It was stored in HER quarters) and the Monster of Slytherin and you have yourself a giant mess that takes more than magic and a few Galleons to fix.

To bring herself to the top, main floor of the bank (her quarters was quite deep underground), Gaulda was required to take one of the mine carts that were primarily used to transport clients back and forth from their treasure vaults. She was used to riding the mine carts so she did not whoop with joy like some Muggleborns do, nor throw up. The only reactions that never changed were her eyes watering at the speed of the self-propelled mine cart and her fists clenched tightly in her lap.

Other than that, Gaulda showed no emotion. After all, Griphook was sitting directly across from her (staring determinedly in front of him which outsiders would have guessed that the goblin was trying to engage her in a serious staring competition). A lantern was clutched in his claw-like hand, only providing enough light to drench the cart with a dull, eerie orange glow.

Several minutes of the ride later, the two arrived to the main lobby of the bank. Gaulda's nerves only grew from there. One step closer.

Gringotts bank was full of hustle and bustle like it normally was. Contrary to popular belief, it was a 24 hour service (after all, time is money). Multiple goblins could be seen weighing various gems or helping wizarding families. It almost made Gaulda smile at the usual greedy progress of her peers. Almost.