The Burnout-
Hugo didn't care. For as much as his sister did her homework, he didn't do any of his. How would any of this crap help him become a culinary artist anyway? All he was interested in was cooking. Yet because of his failing marks and his apparent lack of extracurricular interests, he was labeled as the family burnout—the one that would amount to nothing.
Imagine, Hermione Granger-Weasley's son amounting to nothing. That sounded like a complete oxymoron if he ever heard one.
So the second he left Hogwarts, he applied to a muggle culinary school, learning his way around the kitchen quickly. Chopping, slicing, dicing, cutting, roasting, sautéing, and doing all the other things he had a true passion for.
And then he opened his own restaurant. His family was astounded: Hugo Weasley, opening his own restaurant! Hugo Weasley: doing something with his life!
Fuck all the people who said he'd be dependent on his parents until he died—he showed them!
He hired a manager, and sous chefs and his restaurant business kicked off. And when he realized he was in love with the woman he called his restaurant manager, he asked her out, put a ring on her finger, and started a family, in that order.
And so he surpassed everyone's opinions of him and truly made a name for himself and he just smirked knowingly, he showed them. He showed them all. Who you are when you're younger, or who you pretend to be, is not who you amount to be in the end.