Never in her life had Ingrid grasped hard at something than she did the robes of her travelling friends through the portkey jump. Despite coming from a magical background for the most part, travelling by portkey still wasn’t something she had managed to master. Landing with a thump, the youngest of the Luck’s landed splayed across the hard ground as though she was doing some kind of weird yoga stretch.

With a groan she turned over onto her back and sat up slowly, hair everywhere as if she’d actually tussled with a dragon. Oh, wait…

“Guys…are you okay?”, she moaned, as she looked around for Kinsay and the older boy. God she felt so embarrassed on the floor whilst he stood there like a muggle superhero carrying Kinsay. Blushing, she jumped up quickly and did her best to make herself not look like Cousin itt and lurched over to her friend. “Do you think she’ll be okay?” she asked the older boy? (Flynn). One day, she’d have to get his name, or you know, make up a nickname for him.