The boy had nothing better to do than to go to Gringotts with his father. However, he had to withdraw his money so he could get his second year materials. It wasn't anything too big, but it was important to Clark that he could get his money as soon as possible. Maybe he'd have enough left over to buy something practical, disgusting, or potentially something that would just drive people out of Hogwarts.

Whatever he could get his hands on would result in him being the best person people could ever see in Hogwarts- the most horrifying sight people could ever lay their own eyes on- the boy of terror in his own second year.

It wasn't his fault that he was made this way. There was a small phrase that he invented himself that he felt represented him. 'Don't mess with the Clark. The Clark will always come back to haunt you no matter what the situation is. Whether it be grim, delightful, or just anything in between.'

That was his phrase. And if anyone bypassed that, he would be like a bull in a glass shop.

He took a look around the place and realized that he needed his money NOW. "Hello? Hey, listen up rats." He started.

"If you think that by ignoring me- you will get whatever you want, then I will-" Clark shut up. He didn't want to risk anything. Especially to get thrown out.

He needed to behave. To be mature.

He thought to himself. How do I become mature, quick quick, think!

"I apologize for my outburst. I understand if you have something to do that is more important. I am sorry for my stupidity." The Part Goblin apologized.

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He waited until he got the key to his dad's Vault. "Thank you. Again, I apologize."

God, apologies sucked.

He retrieved 30 galleons from the father's vault and grabbed a few sickles and stuffed it in his pockets. He might as well profit from it, even if it was with just a few sickles.

He got the money, now what was left?