“Goblins, of course.” Gus answered with a slight chuckle. “Well, more Gringotts than Goblins, but of course they run the back, so.” He didn’t finish his sentence, instead drifting off as he timorously rubbed the back of his neck. Goblins were known to be mean and greedy, so it made sense to him that they would be the ones to have a job such as a curse breaker, sending off wizards without any formal training to places that were dangerous – he’d encountered many dark or otherwise dangerous creatures, artifacts, and even –
“Sometimes we’d meet rival wizards from other countries going for the same treasures, but I’m not sure who sent them out.” Gus shrugged; oftentimes they weren’t very friendly but he wouldn’t say the few he’d met had been out to kill him. They just wanted him out of commission long enough to steal the treasures. He laughed again and shook his head. “For me, Gringotts only really cared about one thing: bring old treasure troves that would turn a profit.”
His fingers curled around the cup before he paused to take a sip; all the talking was making him parched. “We all have our own ways of doing things, some more…impugnable than others. Sometimes you wonder if what you did was the right way of doing it; you have to live with decisions you’re not proud of. Gringotts didn’t care though, as long as the job got done.” He prided himself in following the laws of the countries he was in as best he could; the thought of intentionally hurting someone was disgusting and turned his stomach into a giant knot. Gus was much better at defensive spells than he was offensive, and there was a reason he was the Defense Against the Arts professor; he was weary about showing them dark spells, but even Gus knew one had to learn them in order to know how to defend against them. (He could spin a few dark spells himself, although he'd rather dig his own grave than ever do that.)
Gus blinked forward to meet Miss Dempsey’s gaze before he allowed an easy smile against his lips. “I know it sounds like a terrible career because you could die with one wrong move. But the adventure of lifetime outweighs the risks every single time.” He didn’t regret ever being one.
Hell, he’d go back in a heartbeat.
“Sometimes we’d meet rival wizards from other countries going for the same treasures, but I’m not sure who sent them out.” Gus shrugged; oftentimes they weren’t very friendly but he wouldn’t say the few he’d met had been out to kill him. They just wanted him out of commission long enough to steal the treasures. He laughed again and shook his head. “For me, Gringotts only really cared about one thing: bring old treasure troves that would turn a profit.”
His fingers curled around the cup before he paused to take a sip; all the talking was making him parched. “We all have our own ways of doing things, some more…impugnable than others. Sometimes you wonder if what you did was the right way of doing it; you have to live with decisions you’re not proud of. Gringotts didn’t care though, as long as the job got done.” He prided himself in following the laws of the countries he was in as best he could; the thought of intentionally hurting someone was disgusting and turned his stomach into a giant knot. Gus was much better at defensive spells than he was offensive, and there was a reason he was the Defense Against the Arts professor; he was weary about showing them dark spells, but even Gus knew one had to learn them in order to know how to defend against them. (He could spin a few dark spells himself, although he'd rather dig his own grave than ever do that.)
Gus blinked forward to meet Miss Dempsey’s gaze before he allowed an easy smile against his lips. “I know it sounds like a terrible career because you could die with one wrong move. But the adventure of lifetime outweighs the risks every single time.” He didn’t regret ever being one.
Hell, he’d go back in a heartbeat.
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