"Yeah, it's really exciting!"

"Maybe by the time we graduate it'll already be happening!"

"We can hope!"

Having acquired his Apparition license and having no real girlfriends at present and two pretend ones to cover for, and having reasonably tolerant prefects, Michael takes to spending weekends at Muggle churches listening to the music. It's lovely. 

Singing nuns at this one. One of the novices gets a solo. She shoots the conductor a dirty look before she sings it.

She has a lovely voice and an appreciative audience.

She folds back into the choir afterwards and dawdles when the others disappear into the recesses of the nunnery.

Maybe she wants to say hello. He's not actually sure how much attention he can get from girls without the family name. 

He heads over. "You were lovely."

Smirk. "Why thank y-"

"REBECCA," hollers another, nunnier nun.

"Ugh," says Rebecca. "But thank you." She gets up and scampers.

He comes back the next week.

Rebecca sings!

He has brought her a box of chocolates. Non-magical chocolates, he doesn't want to get in Statute trouble and make headaches for Timothy.

He finds her afterwards and hands them to her. "I liked your singing."

"It's nice to be appreciated - what is this -?"

"Exotic foreign candy. You'll like them. - they're not drugged or poisoned, I can demonstrate by eating one if you would like."

"Oh, I can't imagine why you'd do that." She eats one. "- mmmmmmmm -"

"REBECCA!"

"Damn," says Rebecca, and she stuffs the box under her wimple, "duck pond, ten minutes," and off she runs.

In ten minutes Michael is at the duck pond.

Rebecca climbs out a window, chewing a chocolate, and goes up to him. "These are probably too expensive to be all eaten in a sitting and I don't care. What's your name?"

"Michael. They're not cheap but I don't know what the point of indulgences is if you don't, well, indulge."

"The point of indulgences is to irritate Protestants."

" - I don't actually know anything about Mug- about British religious politics, I just come to churches for the singing."

"...it's a bit hard to miss. Not Catholic, then?"

"No. I could convert, if one needs to be Catholic to give presents to pretty nuns."

"Okay, this is really funny but do you even know what a nun is?"

"- yes, you live here and run things and sing and so on? I know it's a religious vocation."

"There's vows of chastity, if they catch me I'm in deep trouble."