"Your uncle Harry knows how to write, does he?" Not from some of his reports that she had seen through the years.
Audrey ignored the speech about being like Percy, because Percy knew the importance of looking proper. "I'm sure you are so very proud of those OWLs," she said sweetly, before turning to Percy. "How many did you have? Twelve, isn't it right? And how much do people, other than family, remember that?"
She turned to their nephew. "No one cares about your grades, Frederick. Appearances are a lot more important in almost every job unless you want to go and work with your father, which-" She made a face. "Or you can be a bartender at the Leaky like Dominique." Really, this entire family was so intent on settling. "You certainly can't work for the Ministry or St. Mungo's looking like that. Or any reputable employer, for that matter, but I hear that there are brothels in Knockturn Alley who might see past all of the make up." She turned to Percy again. "Should we have a drink and speak with people that understand how the real world works?"