Because of the almost 'express' service in both the Ministry and Gringotts in getting things back into order, Frank and Alice spent longer in Gringotts than they originally planned. They took a look at the actual finances of the House.
A quick review of the books of the House showed that Augusta had not been a poor regent when it came to the finances. If anything, she actually did a better job than Frank, if he was honest about it, could do.
Sitting back with a sigh he said, "So, Irontongs, there was no activity related to Gringotts, on her part, that you would consider suspect?"
"None," the goblin immediately replied. "She did well by the House. And was even ruthless in a couple of the business dealings."
Alice frowned and asked, "Were any of those dealings against a House in the Alliance?"
"No," replied the goblin. "She made no financial moves that would be considered against the intent of the alliance."
Frank finally nodded and looked to his wife. "Alice?" he asked. "Anything else you can think of?"
"Yes," she immediately replied. "Remove her from full access to the accounts and re-establish the stipend for her. That's missing."
Frank quickly checked and noticed she was correct.
With a nod he looked to Irontongs and said, "Recreate the vault for Augusta Longbottom and re-establish her familial stipend to the same amount as prior to her becoming Regent, increased by... ten percent. The stipend is to be deposited into that vault, as per the previous arrangement. When I release her to do so, she may come into the bank and collect her key. That may be a while, however."
Alice, still looking at the financials, said, "There's no vault for Neville."
"What!?" asked Frank, leaning over to see for himself. Once he did he snarled, "Damn that woman!"
Straightening back up he was a moment to centre himself again before he said to Irontongs, "Create a similar vault for my son and Heir, Neville. Place within it one thousand galleons. Have it refill back to the thousand galleons annually. Make the first of December the anniversary of that."
As Irontong nodded and began to write on the parchment before him, Alice quietly sighed and said, "Neville must have no idea how to manage his own finances. That's yet another thing we're going to have to teach him, fast."
Once Irontongs was ready again, Frank continued, "Next, we need to adjust our Wills with an addendum. I want to remove the line regarding Regency and replace it with my Heir Apparent being granted immediate emancipation, together with self-regency of the House both actual and fiscal. He will, as of the moment of our passing, be considered Lord of the House."
Irontongs nodded and replied, "I'll have the addendum written up and ready to be signed for when you next visit."
"Then, I believe we are done," said Frank, standing. His wife was only a half heartbeat behind.
Irontongs said, "I shall have the vault key for young Heir Primary Neville Longbottom ready by this afternoon, at the latest."
"Thank you," said both adults.
Irontongs gave a nod, closed the folder in which he was taking notes and said, "May your ventures prove fruitful and your conquests be overwhelming. Fare thee well."
"Fare thee well, Irontongs," Frank replied, as he and his wife made their way out.
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Dreading the meeting for almost the entire morning, Arthur Weasley and Clifford Perkins were finally summoned to Amelia Bones's office about an hour before lunch.
As both men entered, she was muttering something about ward masters, smart-aleky young men and manipulative old gits.
She took a look at the pair of them, indicated the pair of chairs before her desk and said, "Take a seat, gentlemen."
As Weasley and Perkins took seat, Bones was moving one small pile of documents before her off to one side and bringing another pile into its place.
As soon as both were seated she said, "Right... gentlemen... You know of what happened regarding the Statute for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts yesterday, yes?"
"Yes, Ma'am," replied Weasley for them both.
"Good; Because that very statute is at the heart of what we need to talk about today," she said.
Forty minutes later, Weasley and Perkins left the office of 'The Boss' and returned to their own. Neither noticed the intervening distance or time from when they left one office and returned to the other.
As both sat, Perkins finally spoke. "Merrr-lin!"
"Yeah," said Weasley. "We need to find a bigger set of offices."
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