I couldn't believe that all this could fit in wall. I mean, what happened to the laws of physics. Ah well. Didn;t really like the subject anyway. I stared at all the people hurrying in and out of shops. They didn't seem surpised that someone had just come through a solid brick wall, so this was probably a commonplace entrance. Now, I'd bet my life that that huge, white building was the wizarding bank. I had some money with me, around £20(my life savings-sad, I know) and this world probably had a different currency to the non magical one. I would go in and open a bank bank account, then exchange my money for theirs.

As I got closer,I realised that the person wearing a crimson and gold uniform was not in fact a person,but a goblin. A bit of a surprise, but this was doubtless ordinary in here.

Enter,stranger,but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
So if you seek beneath out floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Theif,you have been warned,beware
Of finding more than treasure there.

A little dramatic, but each to his own. The message was clear-no stealing stuff.

A pair of goblins bowed as I walked past them into a tremendously big hall, with walls that looked like they were made of white marble. There were numerous doors in which goblins were showing wizards and witches in and out. No matter the quality of the clothing, all of them were wore robes. Wizarding fashion was way back. I headed towards a counter to one of the goblins who wasn't doing anything and big him good morning, expressing the wish to open and bank account. He sneered up at me, his face disappearing in more wrinkles.
"Name?"
"Rainbow Evergreen."
"Step aside. I will have someone deal with you. Fidrig!"
I obeyed him, soon spotting a smaller goblin. He wasn't one for talking, beckoning me with a long fingered hand.

I went with him to a room which was primarily red, my favourite being the ruby plush sofas. But since the goblin wasn't sitting down, I remained standing.
"Blood status?"
"Um...my parents are non magical?"
Scowling to himself, he pulled out a piece of parchment.
"Since you don't have a wand yet, we will require your blood. Would you also like to run a family tree check?"
"Why do you need my blood?" I asked curiously.
Fidrig sighed, massaging the space between his eyes. "Your blood contains your magical signature."
Jeez, why were these goblin so rude?
I read the parchment thoroughly before slitting my palm with the provided knife. "And yes, I would like that family tree check." What was the harm in it, anyway?

But how? I didn't understand. My parents didn't know about magic. Surely they would have told me I had access to a huge amount of money? Fidrig looked extremely exasperated. "Not all members of a family have to be magical," he snapped. "Are you done asking questions, or can I take you to your family vault now?" he snapped impatiently.

My mouth tasted terrible. Why the hell had I decided to have a big breakfast? I thought to myself angrily, wobbling my way out of the cart. I had been sick at least three times over the side of it and I really hoped there wasn't any people under us. Fidrig gave me an irritable look which told me to hurry up or else. Wow. No sympathy at all for poor motion sick Rainbow.
"Can I get on with it now?" snapped the goblin, in a worse temper than before. He drew a silver key from his pocket and flung open the door.
Oh.
My.
God.
Three heaps of coins-bronze, silver and gold filled the majority of the vault. I glanced at the pamphlet I'd taken from the vault and apparently they were Knuts, Sickles and Galleons respectively. But that wasn't all. A beautiful maghony cabinet resided in the far right corner, drawers yielding a queen's ranson in precious jewels, and next to it was an ancient bookcase holding a quantity of books. It was just like the cave that Ali Baba discovered in Arabian Nights, although hopefully without any robbers wanting to take my life. I wandered around the Prolops' vault(my vault!), peering at anything that caught my fancy. There was honestly anything you could dream of in here, even a golden bed, for God's sake. Surprisingly, Fidrig didn't complain about how much time I was taking (a first). Vowing to come back later for a better look, I fill my purse to the brim with coins and left. Now there was only one thing left to do.

The stationery shop looked remarkably like an ordinary one, except for the extraordinary things it sold. A spelling check quill. Amazing, it would give Grammarly a run for their money. Finally, after picking up a bag that claimed to be bottomless, I headed to the trunks section. There were some normal ones, but most of them had little quirks, such as moving decorations. There were none that I really wanted, so I turned around to go and pay, but then my eyes caught a bright red sign that read "See store owner for customizable trunks". Goodness, I had nearly missed that! I strode up to the elderly wizard who sat patiently at the counter.
"Hello, I'm looking for customizable trunks, this sign says you sell them?"
He looked up, beaming.
"Why of course, youn' lady! What be your name?"
I smiled back. He made me feel at ease with his twinkling blue eyes. "My name is Rainbow Evergreen, and I would like my trunk to be charmed so it is pocket size, and with extra security measures."
"I' would be my pleasure to do so. Would you be wantin' a lock that ca' only open to you?"
"Yes please, that sounds perfect. Could my trunk be plain black please?"
"Ah, come on, youn' lassie. What abou' somethin' more interestin' then that? Ya could show off to all your friends, tell them to come to ol' John if they want one like yours."
I wasn't planning on making any friends, so I tried to be firm on the matter, but he finally beat me down to a navy blue trunk, which was decorated with small, golden, moving kittens. The embroidery was immaculate. The shopkeeper assured me it would take three days to be delivered to me by owl. Satisfied with my purchases, I reached into my purse to pay, but the store owner held out his hand to stop me.
"No no no. We 've go' an easier way of payin' here," he boasted. "Ya just sign this bi' of parchmen' and it comes through."
Glad that I'd been working on perfecting my signature, I took the quill from the wizard's outstretched hand and signed. The parchment flowed and vanished, leaving what looked like a receipt behind.
"There ya go. Easy a' pie. Have a good day darlin'!" the good natured wizard called after me, waving.

Once outside, I deposited my items into the bag and slung it over my shoulder. Jeez, all this had tired me out. I would get an ice cream from the place down the street. Florean something.