The clock struck nine in the morning as Jack stood in line at Gringotts, his eyes scanning the people in front of him as they slowly began to go to the Goblin Tellers, one by one. Today apparently was a very busy day for the bank, so it was taking an especially long time to gather money from his vault. Jack sighed patiently as he watched the line slowly trickle down in front of him, but the line behind him was growing twice as fast as the line in front of him shrunk.
The wizard scratched his head, before running his hand through his unkempt hair, and it fell back onto his forehead lightly, the light brown mess beginning to appear at the very edge of his vision. Jack hasn't been taking good care of himself recently, so it was a surprise that he had even gotten a job at The Daily Prophet. But he had made a vow to at least tidy himself up a little bit now that he was a working man, which is why he needed the money from the bank to begin with.
As Jack finally got to his turn in line, he made his way to the open Goblin, and opened his mouth to speak,
"I'd like to withdraw some money from my amount."
The sickly goblin eyed Jack, before reaching his hand out for an item of proof that showed who Jack really was. He pulled his wand out from his deep pants pocket and handed it to the Goblin, who inspected it, before returning the wand and signalling Jack to go towards the Vault Trolleys, where he made his way over, slouching slightly. Jack relaxed as he collapsed onto the chair, and closed his eyes, assuming that the trolley was going to begin moving.
After about 30 seconds of the trolley remaining static, Jack opened his eyes, before looking at the goblin in charge. "Is there a reason we're not going yet?" Jack asked, confused on why the trolley has gone nowhere. The goblin stared back at Jack with its dead, black eyes, before opening its chapped mouth slowly to speak,
"Due to the congestion in Gringotts, we're allowing multiple people onto a trolley at once."
Jack sighed impatiently before nodding, and he crossed his arms tightly before looking ahead at the darkness that the trolley would head for, if the other person who would take up a spot on the rather small trolley would ever come.