It seemed like it took forever before they landed with a thump, Harry's death grip on her arm cutting off her circulation, though she was grateful to know he'd made it alongside her. While she'd gotten better with her landings, she still wasn't especially graceful, and she scowled as she let go of her trunk to rub her back.
"I'm not sure where we are," she said, glancing around. "McGonagall said there would be three stops before Australia, but I'm not sure in which order. This might be Krakow..."