She was fine with portkeys, having gotten used to them the last time she was in the past, and she landed solidly on her feet. Looking around at the castle with obvious curiosity, she followed him inside. "Living inside of history, the face and the home," she murmured to herself. Leaning over she took off her boots as it was only polite to do so in someone's home. That done, she wandered contentedly, feet bare, fingers running over furniture as she explored.