Minerva nodded as she poured tea for the pair of them. "I've always been known to be a bit of a spitfire, and so was the first man I fell in love with. My father was a muggle Presbyterian minister and my mother a witch. She didn't tell him about the world of magic until after I exhibited magical talent. I particularly liked making the bagpipes play themselves. He didn't really understand but tried his best to. All he knew was that there was a Statute of Secrecy that made him have to lie to people, and he blamed it for my mother Isobel's dishonesty. They had two more sons after me, and despite my father's prayers, both showed signs of magic, and I had to help my mother reverse any accidental magic they did.