"Good," Bill agreed, gathering his things from the nightstand and taking a final look around the room. "Good riddance."
Extending a hand to Fleur, he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the strange sensation that came with Apparating. No sooner than he'd closed his eyes, he felt the tug somewhere around his navel and re-appeared on the hillside near Shell Cottage alongside Fleur. His leg buckled beneath him as his feet re-met the ground and he stumbled, dropping his cane and tumbling to the grass.
"Bloody hell," he groaned, reaching for the stick and moving to push himself back to his feet. "Fuck that creature. Stupid bloody fuckin' Fenrir Greyback."
He wasn't feeling sorry for himself or anything; it was just sheer frustration at the lack of coordination. He'd always prided himself on being fairly graceful and now he was a wobbly mess.