47. The Way to Travel

Margo had never traveled by portkey. She was a little nervous when her mother suggested, this was the way to go. Margo stepped up to the old newspaper that was their portkey. They were leaving at half past nine to get to their grandmother’s house. So at 9:27 Margo placed her right index finger upon the newspaper and waiting. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but counting down the time, just one minute left to go, now thirty seconds, just ten…..five, four, three two one! Margo felt a hook behind her navel and her feet leave the ground.