Zoe walked into the front doors of Gringott's Bank. So much had changed in this place but just by looking at it you would never had known it. Now she was the manager of the Bank and had to deal with the Goblins. They were clever but not that friendly. But easy enough to work with. Zoe walked on it with her ice cream and went toward her office for a long day at work.

Betsy needed money, she had used all of her allowence on icecream. (Floreans is good.) So she walked into gringotts to get more money.

Zoe saw someone she thought she recoginse. When she turned around she knew that she knew her, so Zoe walked over to her. "Hey Betsy. Nice to see you here. How are you doing today?"

"Good very good. I was wondering if RipJaw, one of your oldest Goblins, could escort me down to my very old and trusty vault." Betsy said kindly but a little snottily. She always felt pride in Gringotts since her family has owned a vault there for centuries.

Zoe looked at Betsy as she talked. "Yeah, I am sure that RipJaw is around here somewhere and will be overly happy to show you to your vault." They walked over to a set of tables that a few Goblins were sitting at going over pages and pages of paperwork. "RipJaw, Miss. Parquette would like to visit her vault." RipJaw joined Zoe and Betsy and said, "Sure Miss Parquette, this way." Zoe waved at them and turned to head to her office. She did have mounds and mounds of paperwork to attend to.