She motioned for him to follow and started walking briskly back in the direction she came from. It wasn't very far to the portkey.
Esk shook her head. "Paper money. Each country has it's own." It was a bit of a pain carrying both American dollars and Euros, but it was worth it to be able to travel back and forth.
The portkey in question was in a small antique shop. Esk led him inside and toward the back where there was a broken lamp inside a cardboard box. "All right," she said quietly. "When you touch it... Well, I'll go first. Just do what I do, all right?" She bent down and touched the lamp, then immediately vanished.