"Me and Molly have no plans in that area," he assured Scarlett, though he didn't hate the idea. Being a dad was something that could happen in the distant future.
"Who says you have to labour after other people?" Hunter sipped his drink. He didn't have many memories of Great Uncle Tiberius, but something about the smell of the study and the whisky made Hunter remember him. "Dad started his own business. You could be the boss if you wanted." But their dad had also grown up loaded, so it wasn't as if Cormac McLaggen had started from scratch and pulled himself up by his bootstraps. Hunter had a strong suspicion that Scarlett was just as smart as Skye was, she just lacked the ambition that had seen their sister join Slytherin house.
He narrowed his eyes playfully. "An income? That sounds really suspicious," he joked.