After the end of term, Rachel had planned to do nothing more than what SHE wanted. So, after spending almost half the night on her broom to make sure it was sturdy enough to fly over a long distance and also because she couldn't fall asleep, she had expected Jake to shake his head at her silliness but let her go... But no. He had been oh-so-annoyingly persistent about the whole side-apparating thing that she had just yelled at him, grabbed her broom and taken off.

And now she felt bad about it. But not bad enough to apologise. Because really, LOADS of people flew in - and if there was a person more careful than her in the whole of England, she'd give them her right arm. And she LIKED her right arm. Landing lightly, Rachel walked over to the security people, glad that she was now of age. Having an ID was excellent when you got into a fight with your custodian and needed to manage by yourself. Being able to do magic didn't hurt either.