Having made the vague promise that she would put in an appearance at the Dolohov's housewarming, Dora wandered down to the shore trying her best to be in a mood that would be conducive to fun having and housewarming. Quite honestly though, her letter writing stint to Umbridge had left her in a worse mood than she'd been in before and she was quite tetchy.
She didn't know whether or not an afternoon with friends would help things along, but she figured it couldn't hurt if she just smacked a smile onto her face and forced it to stay there.
"Antonin?" Dora called out cautiously as she stood on the shore in front of the new boat. She didn't want to just walk on. "Morag? It's Dora."