As soon as she stepped past the stone that marked the edge of the wards, she grabbed his wrist and Apparated them to her swimming hole. "By Franklin's Kite String, it's been a day," she said, releasing his arm so she could summon her bikini from the cottage.
"So what am I supposed to call you today, stranger?" she asked as she snagged her swimsuit and stepped behind a large bush to get changed. "I'm still trying to decide if I'm pissed off about that one line owl," she added tartly as she tossed her jersey and sports bra up onto the bush to dry.
"Oh, and watch out for Ol' Crookhorn," she said, "he gets cranky." She'd not seen the enormous old ram but that didn't mean he wasn't laid up watching. The thing seemed to like her or at least the apples she tended to share with him but he was a touchy bastard and territorial enough to keep all other large living things away from the swimming hole.