Molly thought for a moment before replying, "I really don't know how you do it, Elle," she finally settled on. She didn't judge her cousin for choosing the career she had - growing up related to Harry Potter had been a lot, she truly couldn't fathom the pressure of being his child - but Godric, you couldn't pay Molly Sue enough to do that work.
"Do you think your Dad could maybe talk to them? I'm sure Uncle Harry doesn't want you hurt." She supposed, thinking on it as an adult, that Harry wasn't really her Uncle, he was just married to her Aunt, but she'd always called him that and figured she always would. She took a drink of her mimosa, the familiar bubbly sensation making her smile.