"Excellent, excellent - there is just one thing left before ownership of the vault officially transfers over to Mister Malfoy," Ricbert leant forward, and delicately plucked a long, black, featherless quill from the surface of his desk. Draco peered at it with interest and realised that it wasn’t actually black - or not all of it was at least. The quill’s painfully sharp tip was actually a vivid red that darkened along the quill’s length. He realised with a jolt what the bank manager was holding: it was a blood quill.  