Chapter 223 - Claret (2/2)
Already dressed for bed, Bogrod emerged from the green flames in slippers and warm nightclothes. ”Well?” Bogrod asked the wife of his sister's son.
Claret merely sobbed louder as she pointed at the silver cases on the stand. Bogrod exhaled rather loudly at her hysterics and walked over to the tiny silver boxes. Bogrod suddenly froze at seeing the tooth of his nephew broken into pieces.
With his heart pounding with growing concern, Bogrod whirls around. ”Where is Urlort, Claret?”
”He-,” Claret loudly sobbed, ”-never came home.”
Bogrod frowned with great worry as he himself had seen his nephew exit the bank and head home. Bogrod hid his fear and said, ”Take the children and go to Urlaa's home. I will search for him at Gringott's and speak to others. Go now, I will wait, child.”
Drying her tears on her sleeve lest she frightens the children, Claret hastily took out her wand and rushed away to the nursery. Whilst Claret packed an overnight bag for herself and the children, Bogrod woke his sister by shouting into her floo.
The sleepy and rather cranky elderly goblin woman soon appeared into view. ”Well, what is it?! It better be important, Bogrod!” Urlaa growled through the green flames as hair curlers could clearly be seen in her thick white hair.
”Urlort's first tooth broke,” Bogrod gravely said.
Urlaa went rather pale as she stammered, ”How?!”
”I do not know,” Bogrod gravely confessed. ”But Claret is fraught with worry as Urlort never returned home from Gringott's.”
”He could be working late,” Urlaa optimistically chocked out.
”Urlaa,” Bogrod gravely said. ”The Goblin King has been rather concerned ever since the Goblin Auction. And there are wild rumors that a successful attempt on a vault was made. Which I believe true as the famous alchemist, Nicolas Flamel is dead and the security on the vaults has dramatically increased. Even the teller desks are now covered with strong enough wards capable of blocking all but the strongest curses and spells.”
Bogrod paused at seeing his sister looking about to faint. ”I do not wish to frighten nor alarm you, Urlaa, but I fear that Urlort has run into something afoul.”
Bogrod is saved from a reply as Claret can be seen carrying the two children in her arms thanks to a light-weight charm placed on them. The flaxen children though on the smaller side of things sleepily protest as she softly hums to them causing them to settle back down in her arms. The two boys largely resemble their witch mother except for their slightly tan skin, slanted eyes, somewhat pointed ears, and slightly sharp baby teeth that are their physical inheritances from their goblin father.
”Go on, Urlaa is waiting for you, my dear,” Bogrod gestured to the open flames.
Urlaa nods at her daughter-in-law and steps back from the flames as Claret nods her head in thanks to Bogrod and steps into the green flames. With a whirl, Claret vanishes into the green flames and towards her mother-in-law's home; where the two women will anxiously wait for news, while the two children remain sound asleep unaware of the concerning ongoing around them.