"Slytherin is a good House," Lucy agreed with a nod. She paused at his next question though, her eyes narrowing as she thought through the best way to answer his question. Finally, she shrugged, "You and I both very similar and very different. Similar in our traits, but different in our views of how things should be done. Molly was the good child. She did her classwork, read her books, followed the rules. I was the opposite. I was more than willing and excited to learn if it was something that interested me, but if it wasn't I wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. I would have rather been outside than in, and is made Mum livid when I'd come in with my stockings all ripped and my dress stained. And rules? What are those? I'm stubborn, like you, and I get terribly defensive when challenged. You and I challenged each other, so you can imagine how well that went over."
Knowing her dad, she knew that it didn't matter should she try to sway him from saying something to the twins about her work assignment. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to or not. She was excited to get to work with Oliver, get to know him an age closer to her own, but she also missed baking something fierce. She could do it at home, of course, but it wasn't the same. There wasn't a point, really. So she focused on the latter part, "His name was Dominick Roxbury. He'd been three years older than myself and Head Boy when he'd been in school. We started dating when I was sixteen. Moved in together right after Hogwarts and then was married right before my twentieth birthday. He was an Auror, and a very good husband."
She moved along rather quickly, hoping to avoid any more talk on Dominick, "And you were- a good father. Despite our differences, I knew you loved me. You gave Molls and I every chance in the world to excel."