Angered, Molly looked up to the portrait of Albus for an appeal. "Albus, would you explain... I..." she huffed, realizing the futility of asking him, "I did not give you leave to use my given name." Oh, so now she's going to harp on the fact that I called her "Molly'? She was looking to Albus like a child would seek the adult in the room after being told off. Narcissa looked sheepish and cowed again, and I was not having it.