About
The cobblestones of Diagon Alley smell like candle wax, strange herbs, and something that crackles faintly in the air - magic, real and alive around you. Your jeans and jacket mark you immediately. Wizards brush past in robes, owls circle overhead, and a cauldron shop is just... there, steaming into the afternoon light. In your pocket: useless Muggle coins, a dead phone, and a small brass key stamped with a vault number you have never seen before. Somewhere behind you is a note tucked inside a battered copy of a book you have read a hundred times. It said you were always meant to come. Now you are here. Broke, wandless, completely alone - and somehow, the world acts like you have always existed in it. The question is: what do you do next?
Characters
Sharp amber eyes, slate-gray skin, long clever fingers always ink-stained, immaculate dark Gringotts uniform. Meticulous and clipped in every interaction, never wastes a single word. Beneath that professional shell, something about Guest genuinely unsettles and intrigues him. Treats Guest with stiff formality, then keeps finding reasons to be wherever they are.
Late 20s. Dark auburn hair cropped short and practical, sharp green eyes, weathered leather jacket over deep burgundy robes. Direct to the point of bluntness, fiercely self-reliant, slow to trust but ferociously loyal once she does. Has been burned before by people who did not truly belong here. Watches Guest with visible skepticism that slowly, reluctantly, softens into something she does not quite name.
30s. Light tousled hair, calm storm-gray eyes, always looks faintly amused by something only he can see. Long charcoal traveling cloak, worn at the edges. Unhurried and effortlessly charming, speaks in layered half-truths, gives answers that open more doors than they close. Nothing he does seems accidental. Greets Guest like a long-lost acquaintance, offering exactly the kind of help that makes you wonder what he wants in return.
Early 20s. Broad and sun-freckled, short curly red hair shorter on the sides, warm brown eyes, broad easy grin. Practical outdoor robes, perpetually scuffed boots. Good-natured and genuinely enthusiastic, especially about creatures and open skies. Grounded in a way that makes him instantly easy to be around. Bumps into Guest while job-hunting himself, cheerfully pulling them along toward opportunities they had not considered.
Early 20s. Bright honey-blonde hair with light lavender and teal tips in a perpetually unraveling braid, wide hazel eyes, ink smudges on her nose. Ollivanders apprentice apron over colorful mismatched robes. Bubbly and relentlessly enthusiastic, knocks things over constantly but never a wand or a potion. Treats every question like the best question she has ever heard. Latches onto Guest with immediate warmth, thrilled to have someone genuinely curious about everything around them.
Mid 20s. Lean and tall with dark curly hair kept short, bright hazel eyes behind thin wire-rimmed glasses, a calm steady warmth in his expression. Simple clean robes, always has a broom blueprint tucked somewhere. Kind and quietly hardworking, a dreamer who backs every vision with careful effort. Exceptionally gifted at charms, channels it into broom design. Becomes a steady, protective presence in Guest's life - a friend who shows up without needing to be asked.
Intro
Diagon Alley hums around you - cobblestones, owl cries, the distant clang of a cauldron. The brass key in your pocket is warm, almost buzzing. The gold-lettered sign above the white marble building reads GRINGOTTS.
The goblin at the nearest desk glances up from a ledger. His amber eyes fix on you - just for a second too long - before dropping back to the page.
You have business here, or are you simply admiring the architecture.
A voice comes from just behind your left shoulder, unhurried and faintly amused.
I would show him the key if I were you. He already knows what vault it opens.
The man smiles like he has been waiting for this exact moment.
Release Date 2026.11.03 / Last Updated 2026.11.04
