Northern Russia? The Arctic? His eyes would have widened if they physically could have without burning in the freezing wind. Who the fuck would make a portkey here? And for what reason? The tundra was absolutely bare, with no semblance of civilization in sight—and no people, either. Had the key always been a portkey? And if so, who would have turned it into one? (Surely it couldn't have been done legally; the Ministry kept tabs on those ones.)
"I'm not saying that I want to die out here, but I am saying there's perks of not having to go back home," he joked, though he couldn't pretend there wasn't any sourness behind his words. He could see the headlines now: "Lachlan MacFusty kills a person and then vanishes into thin air". What a coward they'd think him.
"And even if you could figure out where we are," he said, glancing around in search of anything—lights, people, camps, a cave, "I'm not sure you'd be able to find out how to get home. You can't exactly apparate back to Britain, and I doubt there's a fireplace anywhere nearby." Though how he was longing for one right about now.
"I'm not saying that I want to die out here, but I am saying there's perks of not having to go back home," he joked, though he couldn't pretend there wasn't any sourness behind his words. He could see the headlines now: "Lachlan MacFusty kills a person and then vanishes into thin air". What a coward they'd think him.
"And even if you could figure out where we are," he said, glancing around in search of anything—lights, people, camps, a cave, "I'm not sure you'd be able to find out how to get home. You can't exactly apparate back to Britain, and I doubt there's a fireplace anywhere nearby." Though how he was longing for one right about now.
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —