Harry didn't seem willing to give up on his plan to spy on Malfoy. When the post came the next morning, Harry told them in whispers that he planned to use his free period before Defense Against the Dark Arts to go up to the Room of Requirement. Bryt rolled her eyes as she took her copy of the Daily Prophet, shaking it open.

"Look," Harry said, "I haven't forgotten about Slughorn, but I haven't got a clue how to get that memory off him, and until I get a brain wave why shouldn't I find out what Malfoy's doing?"

"I've already told you, you need to persuade Slughorn," Hermione said as Ron scooted closer to Bryt to read over her shoulder. Bryt tuned out Harry and Hermione's argument, instead skimming articles to see if anyone she recognized had made it into the papers—for good or bad.

"Mundungus!" Ron said, pointing to one of the articles on the front page. Bryt looked to the spot in panic, then got a wave of relief when she noticed he wasn't dead.

"He's been arrested," Bryt told Hermione and Harry, both of whom had looked worried, "He tried to impersonate an Inferius when he got caught robbing someone. He's been sent to Azkaban."

Bryt only skimmed the rest of the paper for any names that she would recognize. She tried to ignore the content of most stories, they were often depressing articles about murders or missing people and she'd rather not think about them. She was fighting hard to make herself believe there was no point on dwelling on things she couldn't change, so she adopted the mentality 'out of sight, out of mind'.

After breakfast, Hermione left for Ancient Runes while Bryt and Ron went to the common room to work on homework assignments. Harry decided to go through with his plan to go to the Room of Requirement and find out what Malfoy was up to, something Bryt thought was a stupid idea, but she had grown tired of arguing with Harry all the time.

Bryt and Ron just barely finished their work when it was time for them to get to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hermione was already in the classroom when they got there and they had just sat down when Harry came into the room.

"Late again, Potter," Snape said, "Ten points from Gryffindor."

Bryt resisted the urge to huff in annoyance. Harry wasn't any later than anyone else in class.

"Before we start, I want your dementor essays," Snape went on as Harry sat down beside Hermione. He waved his wand, causing rolled-up parchments flew towards Snape's desk and landed in a pile, "And I hope for your sakes they are better than the tripe I had to endure on resisting the Imperius Curse. Now, if you will all open your books to page—What is it, Mr. Finnigan?"

Bryt looked over to where Seamus had his arm in the air.

"Sir, I've been wondering, how do you tell the difference between an Inferius and a ghost? Because there was something in the paper about an Inferius—"

"No, there wasn't," Snape cut in.

"But sir, I've heard people talking—"

"If you had actually read the article in question, Mr. Finnigan, you would have known that the so-called Inferius was nothing but a smelly sneak thief by the name of Mundungus Fletcher."

"I thought Snape and Mundungus were on the same side," Harry whispered, "Shouldn't he be upset Mundungus has been arrest—"

"But Potter seems to have a lot to say on the subject," Snape said, his gaze locked on Harry, "Let us ask Potter how we would tell the difference between an Inferius and a ghost."

Bryt looked over at Harry, who looked confused.

"Er—well—ghosts are transparent—"

"Oh, very good," Snape said sarcastically, "Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. 'Ghosts are transparent.'"

Parkinson laughed nearby and Bryt glared over at her. Sometimes she wished she could just go punch the girl and be done with it.

"Yeah, ghosts are transparent," Harry said, looking calmer than Bryt was at the moment, "But Inferi are dead bodies, aren't they? So they'd be solid—"

"A five-year-old could have told us as much," Snape cut in again, "The Inferius is a corpse that has been reanimated by a Dark wizard's spells. It is not alive, it is merely used like a puppet to do the wizard's bidding. A ghost, as I trust that you are all aware by now, is the imprint of a departed soul left upon the earth...and of course, as Potter so wisely tells us, transparent."

"Well, what Harry said is the most useful if we're trying to tell them apart!" Ron said, "When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we're going to have a shufti to see if it's solid, aren't we, we're not going to be asking, 'Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?'"

Bryt snorted as most of the class started to laugh. The laughing died immediately, however, as Snape started looking furious.

"Another ten points from Gryffindor," Snape said sharply, "I would expect nothing more sophisticated from you, Ronald Weasley, the boy so solid he cannot Apparate half an inch across a room."

Bryt gripped her hands tightly into fists, biting hard on her tongue not to lash out and Hermione in front of them had to grab Harry's arm to keep him from jumping up as well. Bryt glanced next to her and noticed Ron had gone very red.

"Now, open your books to page two hundred and thirteen," Snape said, looking amused with himself—Bryt wished desperately to smack him, "And read the first two paragraphs on the Cruciatus Curse."

Bryt fumed for the rest of class and was glad to be out of there after the hour ended.

"Snape's right, though, isn't he?" Ron asked as they walked down the hallway, "I dunno whether it's worth me taking the test. I just can't get the hang of Apparation."

"C'mon, we'll do the extra lessons in Hogsmeade," Bryt said, looping her arm through Ron's—she, like Ron, hadn't quite managed Apparation yet, "Maybe we'll manage it better when we're not concentrating on hoops in a room."

"And if you're still not ready, you can just take the tests in the summer with me," Harry added.

"Yeah, you're right," Ron said with a sigh, "I'll do the practice sessions in Hogsmeade before I decide about taking the test."

The weekend came quickly and Bryt was quite happy to get out of the castle for a while. They hadn't had their Hogsmeade visit back on Ron's birthday, so a day out of the castle would be good for them.

The day was a rare, clear spring day considering the weather they've had lately and Bryt felt a bit guilty as she wrapped her scarf around her neck while Harry stood by watching them.

"I really wish you could come as well," Bryt said, starting to pull on her gloves.

"Don't worry," Harry whispered, "I plan to go up to the Room of Requirement and try to find a way in again."

"You'd do better to go straight to Slughorn's office and try and get that memory from him," Hermione said sharply.

"I've been trying!" Harry replied, "He doesn't want to talk to me, Hermione! He can tell I've been trying to get him on his own again and he's not going to let it happen!"

"Well, you've just got to keep at it, haven't you?"

Harry frowned at Hermione, but she and the others were ushered away before anything more could be said. Bryt glanced over her shoulder back to Harry, but noticed he was already gone. She sighed as she turned back around. She tried to push Harry from her mind, she didn't need to be worrying about his obsession when she should be concentrating on an Apparition lesson in Hogsmeade.

"Bryt!"

Bryt looked over to see Megan coming towards her, pulling along Anthony by the hand, though he didn't seem to mind at all. The two had begun dating shortly after Christmas and Bryt had to admit, they both seemed very happy around each other.

"Hey Megan, Anthony," Bryt said as they started walking along the familiar road to Hogsmeade, Bryt with her hand grasped around Ron's.

"I'm really hoping these extra lessons will pay off," Megan said, "I mean, I know I've already managed it, but I need all the practice I can get, you know? Practice makes perfect and all that. Anthony, of course, doesn't even need these lessons. I don't know why he's even coming, but he insisted..."

Megan continued to ramble on about Apparition the entire walk to Hogsmeade. Bryt merely nodded and smiled occasionally, the way she did in nearly any Care of Magical Creatures class, considering Megan rarely paused long enough for anyone else to say anything. When they reached Hogsmeade, they were greeted by Twycross, who looked eager to see how many people were in the group.

"Welcome, welcome," Twycross said, "Let's get started, shall we?"

It turned out Apparition lessons weren't much different from lessons within the Great Hall. They weren't going to Apparate too far too far away and their group was so small, thus Twycross only had one other with him to overlook the group.

Anthony and Hermione did perfectly, which wasn't surprising. Megan overshot slightly and ended up inside of a shop instead of in front of it, much to the annoyance of people who were browsing in there.

Bryt and Ron were the last of the group to go. Ron was asked to Apparate to outside of Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, while Bryt was instructed to Apparate in front of The Three Broomsticks.

Bryt stood at the edge of Hogsmeade, her eyes closed as she tried to concentrate. It was hard to focus, however, knowing that the other students were standing around, watching her, waiting for her to attempt Apparition. She tried to ignore it, instead picturing The Three Broomsticks in her head, keeping the image on the outside of the building. She'd been there plenty of times on Hogsmeade visits, it wasn't all that hard.

Finally, Bryt took a deep breath and let it out, holding it as she put every ounce of concentration on willing herself to move, then spun in a circle as she had so many times in the Great Hall.

If there had been enough time, she would have reacted to the familiar sensation of being squeezed from all sides, but it had been gone as quickly as it came, so Bryt found herself stumbling with a gasp and when she opened her eyes, she wasn't where she stared. She was now staring at The Three Broomsticks from across the street.

"I did it! Finally!" Bryt said with a laugh, punching the air in joy.

"Well, almost, Miss Watkins," Twycross said, "You were supposed to Apparate to in front of the Three Broomsticks, you are across the street from there."

"Technically, I'm still in front of the pub," Bryt said with a grin.

Unfortunately, Twycross didn't like that interpretation and gave them all a lecture on the three D's. They even had to suffer through it while drinking butterbeers he bought them before heading back to Hogwarts.

"Why did you have to be smart with him, Bryt?" Hermione asked with a sigh as they made their way along the road between Hogsmeade and Hogwarts. Megan and Anthony were several feet ahead of them, walking with Twycross. Bryt could tell even from back here that Megan was rambling on about something again.

"I was right, though," Bryt said, "I ended up in front of Three Broomsticks! What does a few feet matter?"

"At least you got closer than I did," Ron said, though he seemed so happy about finally Apparating, he didn't seem to care that Bryt had done better than him. He had still ended up close himself, down at the end of a street instead of in front of the shop.

"A few feet will be the difference between passing and failing!" Hermione said, "If you two hope to get your Apparition license, you need to fine tune your technique!"

"Stop worrying, Hermione, we'll be fine," Bryt said, rolling her eyes, "Besides, the tests are on my birthday. If that's not a good sign, I don't know what is."

"Just because it's on your birthday doesn't mean anything, Bryt," Hermione said irritably, she started to continue, but Ron cut in.

"Come on, Hermione," Ron said, "We finally managed to Apparate. Can't you let us just enjoy our accomplishments for one afternoon?"

Hermione glared at them, but didn't say anything. Instead, she turned and marched ahead to walk with Twycross and the others. Bryt gave Ron an appreciative smile, looking her arm through his as they walked.

Truthfully, she couldn't help but feel she was right. The Apparition tests falling on the day she came of age had to mean something. She just knew things were going to turn out right that day. They had to.