He took her hand and squeezed it in what he hoped was a reassuring way. "We'll be fine, I've done it many times before." He guided her to the poster that was worn and weathered. Nobody gave it a second thought unless they were specifically looking for it. He reached out and tapped it with his hand.
He was more used to portkeys than most, but he still wrinkled his nose as he waited for his guts to settle.