“Oh Gringotts!,” now her smile turned bright as she picked up two spoons and headed for one of the tables flooded by light coming from the floor to ceiling windows and offering glimpses of Diagon and the passer bys. “I remember the first time I saw a goblin. I think it was love, and they were so patient with us while we sorted the money out and did the business of opening a vault. Just as tricky in our world but not nearly as interesting. I got a book on the history of Goblins and Gringotts when we got to the bookshop just to find out a bit more about them.” Truth was, she’d asked for one for her Christmas. A goblin of her very own and given she’d been about the same height at the time, there had been a rational and impassioned list of why she should get one.
Her parents hadn’t approved.
“Not at all? Oh Clint.” Now her brows furrowed, she couldn’t imagine growing up in a family where simple pleasures weren’t indulged. “I didn’t realise how just about every place in the Wizarding world has memories for me. I noticed it after Az..after and it took a while to enjoy the memories but they never left me and I’m grateful for that.” Taking a lick of her ice cream, Penny nodded and sent brown curls bouncing in a multitude of directions. “Its delicious. Like ah, you know the path from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts? Half way up that road is where I had my first kiss. It wasn’t particularly romantic but very, very cold.” The muggleborn paused, thinking as she took another shot at the frozen dessert. “I guess its different for you, the memories are ingrained in you because you’ve always been able to go there?”