Molly snorted inelegantly before finishing the last of her first cocktail. She poured herself another and then waved her free hand, "Eh, classified shmassified." She said, not a worry in the world.
"So, other than training like literally twenty-four/seven, what are you up to? Are you looking at getting your own place? Met any guys...?" She asked, waggling her eyebrows. Lily was such a good one, but she was very much her father's daughter, and Molly partly worried that she'd end up like him, too. She wasn't sure Lily's thoughts or feelings on Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny 'separating' but she really didn't want to broach the subject and upset Lily, either.