She had taken the last boat over to the location that the Dark Lord had given to her, cursing under her breath to herself for the twentieth time for not being able to apparate.
Jennifer hoped that He would remedy that. She so wanted to be able to go from destination to destination without using muggle means. It wasn't right for a pureblooded witch like herself not to anymore.
She wore dark robes with her hood up and walked carefully towards where He stood, the wind whipping hair that had become loose around her face.
"Many, many apologies...Master," Jennifer said softly, lowering her head. "Forgive my tardiness. It won't happen again."