The short flight to Gringotts was quiet and uneventful. A blessing considering a battle could be sparked at any moment when in the magical world. Civil wars were scary in that sense; there wasn’t a clear sign of the enemy, not when they can be your neighbors. A part of me expected to be attacked, that the enemy would try to take their shot at the leader of the country. Considering that even Skeeter didn’t know I was a raven animagus, many don’t bother to look at the registration list apparently. Though, Tobias would have told them quickly if he was smart about it. As much as I wish I could say he wasn’t, I knew him too well. He would throw a little bit of theatrics, offer the information at a price depending on the person, then he would finally give the information that was so obvious a baby could notice it.