Molly laughed, a little bit of a squeal if she was asked, and said "Don't worry about it. I figured you'd be coming from the Ministry, to be honest. How are you off on a random Thursday afternoon?" She had no idea how the trainee schedules worked.
"Oh, the Madam," she drew out the word, hating that she couldn't call her boss by her first name, but to be honest, Molly Sue didn't even know it. She'd seen her signature on order forms and the like, but it was chicken scratch and absolutely impossible to decipher. "She's... the same as ever. Very exacting, easily flustered, and very good at what she does. I'm learning a lot, actually, while I save up for my shop." Molly Sue hoped to have her own little boutique - not for robes - in Diagon or on Victory Road someday.