[That? Is the sound of sweet victory. This is a winning grin. He hasn't the foggiest what's going on here or how any of it's possible, but Ginny laughed for him, half-hearted though it may have been. Yes, he'll be counting that as a victory, seeing as he shouldn't ever be able to hear such music again.

But that winning grin that falters into confusion at her request, and he has to catch himself before he sounds entirely incredulous. He doesn't want to break that almost-smile now he's fought so hard for it. But still.]

Birthday? Come off it, it can't be. It's only the second of May.

[Unless Heaven is really Perpetually Ginny's Birthday. He hasn't quite enough gold for that. Do they even take Galleons in the afterlife? Bloody Hell.]

Ah, but no matter. Come round to the fountain, I've got just the thing.