Hey, Bill!

[alt_ron]

Many happy returns and all that. Hope you're not too old to go do something fun to celebrate!

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[alt_bill]

I was getting dive-bombed by owls, bringing all sorts of, er, soppy birthday cards. From strangers. I mean, I'm sure the ladies are quite nice and all, but how in Merlin's name did they learn what my birthday was?

[alt_gredforge]

Your fan club has found you! We knew it was only a matter of time.

[alt_bill]

Oh, very funny.

[alt_percy]

It is odd, now that you point it out. That article didn't print the birthdays of anyone on the list, did it? So how did they find out?

(And happy birthday, Bill.)

[alt_molly]

Your birthday?

Oh...

Oh, dear. I may have--

Oh, never mind.

(I hope you got that shortbread I sent off with Errol, love?)

[alt_gredforge]

Oooh, been spilling secrets, Mum? You might as well confess, if the whole rest of the world knows anyway....

[alt_molly]

Oh, dear. Bill, I am sorry, truly. But there was a floo call from a nice young man from the Daily Summoner, and he said he was doing a few follow up questions, and then we just got to chatting, you know, and you know how mums can get when they're boasting about their children, and well...but I had no idea he would have printed that!

I am sorry.

[alt_bill]

Oh.

Oh, Mum.

[alt_molly]

Oh, dear.

Was it really awful, dear?

[alt_bill]

Well, not exactly. I mean, I can tell that they're trying to be nice and all, but--

Um.

Maybe think it over a bit before answering more questions from reporters. All right?

[alt_gredforge]

Send him another tin or two of shortbread, Mum, and he'll get over it.