With those words, she reached into her pocket and touched the portkey she’d saved for herself. A hook latched itself from somewhere behind her navel and hauled her from existence, spitting her out in the foyer of the Potter Isles’ villa. Grumbling, she righted herself with the help of Sirius who was struggling with keeping a straight face. She would never appreciate travelling by portkey, not when she ended up embarrassing herself every time. It was honestly irritating how she always failed to land on her feet. Next time, she would definitely be apparating.