Chapter 801 - An Unusual Circumstance (1/2)
After a lengthy ŀȧpse of silence, Wulm finally dares to speak again. ”Sire, is there nothing more required of me?”
Grok flicks his fingers at her in dismissal. ”We shall speak again, Councilor, but I have another pressing appointment,” he said as he glanced at the clock that tells the time.
”I will await your summons, sire,” Wulm said, before rising and bowing her head one last time to the Goblin King. She steadily strides towards the door and pulls the door open to abruptly take a step back.
There standing before her is a rather tall, thin wizard. The wizard is dark-haired with gaunt cheeks. His ice-cold dark eyes are perpetually frozen over, and yet something smolders beneath the layers of ice. A raging inferno within the depths of Rodolphus Lestrange.
Wulm apprehensively turns towards the Goblin King, but Grok merely waves his hand calmly at her. ”It is fine, Councilor,” he ȧssured Wulm in English. ”This is the appointment for which I am running late for.”
Rising to his feet, Grok nods his head and says, ”My apologies for the tardiness, my meeting ran a bit late.” He paused and said, ”Councilor if you would step aside and allow for Mr. Lestrange to enter, and then if you would be so kind as to shut the doors behind you, I would very much be obliged.”
Unable to completely hide her concern, Wulm steps aside and allows for Rodolphus Lestrange to pass her by. Warily eying the Goblin King, she obeys and closes the doors firmly behind her. The attendants of the Goblin King wait anxiously in the hall, but Wulm does not ȧssure them as she stomps away. She was a Councilor and she had her own overtures to make.
Inside Grok Gringotts's office, Rodolphus Lestrange takes a seat in the specifically enlarged chair for a taller wizard. Rodolphus bȧrėly tilts his head in greeting while Grok Gringotts does not even blink in surprise. Purebloods were an especially proud bunch.
”How may Gringotts Bank help you, this fine evening, Mr. Lestrange?” Grok politely asked. ”Your letter was rather vague if I recall, correctly.”
”It was intended to be so,” Rodolphus coldly replied, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sealed letter. ”Please read in silence,” he promptly instructed.
Grok Gringotts with a hint of chagrin accepts the letter and carefully studies the sealed wax portion of the letter. The wax showed the engraved coat of arms. It was that of two dogs baring their fangs at a shield with two stars and a blade therein. Underneath the shield, there are very faint letters to be made that read, ”Toujours Pur,” meaning, ”Always Pure.” It was the Black family's personal crest, and which could not be forged even by another Black family member.
Reaching for a silver letter opener, Grok tears the seal open, before removing the parchment contained within the envelope.
”To the representative of Gringotts Banks,
I, Druella Black, being of sound mind and body permit, Rodolphus Lestrange, the belated husband and widow of my eldest daughter, Bellatrix, to enter my daughter's former vault and retrieve a single item, a golden cup. No more or less. Should anything else be retrieved, the Gringotts bank laws will apply, and the establishment may do as they see fit.
With reservations,
Druella Black.”