James couldn't say that he was a particular fan of portkeys, either, though they were useful. Unprepared for the steep hillside, his knees and hands took the brunt of his landing, thankfully facing up the hill. He straightened and brushed his hands together, ignoring the slight sting. There was no broken skin, he'd had much worse.
"Always meant to invent a Portkey that was a smoother ride," he said lightly, giving Sirius a sympathetic pat on the back. "Maybe in another life."