It was the one thing she had been scared to learn. Her parents hated apparating, perfering to floo or fly. But if there was one thing she was going to do, face her fears. After that crazy final exam Kazi had put them through last term she was sure she could do anything she set her mind to.

So with a haughty flick of her short bob she set off across the lawns toward the area they had set aside for the lessons.

She didn't like that she was one of the first to arrive. Her diva style must be in serious need of some TLC. She would have to stand in front of a mirror and tell herself how fabulous she was before she went to bed. All this crying and emotional stuff was cramping her style.

She found one of the logs for 4th years and sat down to wait for others to show.