The Day Before
"Oh Quirrell! Isn't today just a wonderful day?" The evil Dark Lord was apparently in a good mood today, dancing around in the small living room.
"Yes my Voldemort, it sure is". Quirrell wasn't really paying attention. He had been awfully busy lately, with all the paper work having an evil parasite living in your house involved.
"Don't you know what day it is today Quirrell?" Voldemort sat down and grinned.
"Uhm, Thursday?" Quirrell never even lifted his eyes from his papers.
Voldemort sighed. "Well, duh! But not that day! I'll tell you what day it is! It's the day before your birthday!"
Quirrell frowned. "No it isn't! It can't be… Wait, what date is it today?"
"The seventh!"
"Of May?"
"Yup!"
"Woah… Oh well, it doesn't matter" Quirrell went back to his work.
"Quirrell! My man! You deserve to have a day of FUN! After all, you did spend many months in Azkaban! And since that was, kind of, my bad, I'm going to organize the best damn birthday anybody has ever seen!"
"Well, when you put it that way… fine… It'll be…. Fun…"