"It's not the practical I'm worried about," he said, flapping his hand toward the looming Charms NEWT that she kept insisting he ought to sit. "It's the written exam."
And even then it wasn't just the written exam. It was the fact that since Hogwarts was up and running, all NEWTs were being held at the school. So there he'd be at age twenty-five, writing a test that seventeen and eighteen year olds took. He was embarrassed and trying to get over that embarrassment was difficult.
"Though, if I encourage Stephen and make it possible for you to leave, it would take a lot of this 'Theodore should take exams' pressure off of me." He touched his chin, looking thoughtful. "Hmmm. Still not able to bring myself to give you a way out."
Reaching for the shot glasses, he picked one up drank it down. This one caused him to wince, suddenly feeling the burn of it a lot more than before. He set the cup down, upside down, almost missing the bar top. He frowned a little at the glass and then looked back at Tracey. He stretched out his hand and then brought it back to his face.
Unfortunately the tip of his finger hit his cheek instead of his nose. He paused.