"It should be fine," Lance said, reaching for D.A.'s collar. "Might be a little wobbly, though."
It wasn't terrible, but it definitely wasn't Lance's best Apparating job. Still, they all made it to the front steps of Lance's cottage, affectionately named (long before he moved in, and unfortunately the name had stuck) Little Orchard Cottage. A little sign beside the front door announced it as such. Lance made sure that Valmae was steady on her feet before he reached for his wand to unlock the door, D.A. prancing around in anticipation of being back in his home. Frankly, Lance was surprised the dog hadn't already taken off down to the shore.