She didn't talk about her family for fear she'd say too much. Thinking of them and Maggie sobered her up quickly. That rare seriousness that hinted at what Molly could be if not for how scrambled her mind was formed on her face.
"No. Dad was a Knight of the Cross. Chosen by God to weild one of the three sword that hold a nail from the Crucifiction to fight the Fallen." She smiled a bit sadly. "He was pretty good at it too."
God, she missed her family! Talking about them put a familiar stab in her chest that hasn't diminished over time. She doesn't even call them. She can't bring any attention to them since they were raising Harry's daughter.