" - okay. Have you told the elves to get things for a baby, Michael, or should I -"

"Haven't yet."

"Niblet!"

There is a crack and a house-elf appears. "Master Timothy called?"

"Yes! Michael is getting married, this is Rebecca and this is Catherine, can you get Michael's rooms set up so a baby can live there -"

"And the potion that helps the mother produce milk for them -"

Niblet looks between Timothy and Michael and then nods. "Is the lady Rebecca having house-elves coming, sir -"

"The lady Rebecca hasn't house-elves, is it going to be too much work for you?"

Niblet looks appalled. "Not at all!" And he vanishes with a crack.

"That was low," Timothy says mildly. "Do you in fact know the lady Rebecca's surname, Michael -"

"Um."

"Arden."

"You can yell at me once we've got Catherine fed and everything squared away."

"Marrying her's not the decision I would be tempted to yell at you for and it seems a little late for yelling to influence any of your other behavior." Sigh. "She's a lovely little girl."

"Thank you."

"Would you like me to write the Wizengamot -"

"Yes, please."

"Do you have permission to be off school grounds -"

"I'm of age and it's the weekend."

"It is," Timothy tells his dictation quill, "my honor and responsibility to inform the Wizengamot of the betrothal of my younger brother, Michael Cyrus Way, to Rebecca Arden, and to belatedly announce the birth of her child, Catherine -" he turns from the quill - "Way?"

"Catherine Caroline. Do you need to say in the letter? Suits me fine, but -"

"She's not actually, but..."

"It might make her life easier having the name."

Nod.

" - Way," he tells the quill. "In accordance with the body of law surrounding the Statute of Secrecy -"

"We can go," Michael whispers to Rebecca, "it'll be pages of legalese - if you tell people about magic I'm responsible and my family claims the right to prosecute injuries against you and yours and so on -"

"Okay. And Catherine can know because you're adopting her -"

"Yeah, exactly."

"Okay." She bounces the baby in her arms.

And he leads them to his rooms, which now have an array of several potions, neatly labelled - the one for milk, one for fever, one for fussing with no apparent cause, one for contraception - there's a little crib set up next to the bed, too -