Snort. "They can't!"
"I'd suggest you tell Timothy he did good but I'm sure he knows."
And before they know it they have exams to study for. Michael doesn't sleep very well at home for some reason so he mostly stays at school while preparing for his N.E.W.T.s.
N.E.W.T.s roll around. He does outrageously well on the practicals and adequately on the written bits. Minor corrects him on a couple points from Ancient Runes and is very smug about it.
"Now I have to get a job," he complains on the train.
"No one ever mentioned I couldn't just sleep around and get into flashy duels and live off my parents' money forever!"
"I forgive you," he says magnanimously.
"What are you going to do?"
"Well, I was considering tutoring duelling but I am persona non grata among everyone respectable enough to be hiring their children duelling tutors, so probably enchanting commissions at Euphemia's in Diagon Alley while I try to work out a way to make records of sound that play back clearly, that'd be terribly exciting and then I'd be independently wealthy enough to return to my irresponsible ways."
"Not all of your irresponsible ways, presumably."
"I will leave the convents alone."
"Yeah. A dictation quill and then its inverse."
And home go the Ways. Michael's little brothers are enchanted with Catherine.
(Nell makes a point of telling them that it's a really bad idea to have children so young even if it worked out all right in that case.)
"Why did you do it?" he asks Rebecca one day. "Did you not know it was a bad idea?"
"You're being very rude."
"I don't mean to be I just can't imagine it."
"Sometimes people make mistakes and it's not at all acceptable for every person they meet for the rest of their life to have rights to interrogate them about it."
"But we're family, I'm not going and asking all the girls in the nunnery."