"This is the portkey that will take you to an Order safehouse," he says, lifting his eyes to hers then, ignoring her demands as he pulls a small cloth-wrapped object out of his inside cloak pocket. He takes her wrist and lifts her hand, pressing the wrapped portkey into it, and pressing her lax fingers closed around it. It's light and fragile, and feels like ceramic. "As soon as you arrive the Order will be alerted, and send someone to investigate. It may not be someone who knows you, so make sure to keep your hands up so they can see you aren't a threat. All right?"