November. It was so strange, that he might have come back so soon. More than strange, surreal to think that he had died at all. He was not even certain if he had truly processed it yet, or was simply accepting the situation right now because there was no other choice.
"Yes please, let's be quick about it," he said. "And I... should like to get my wand back, as well. I feel rather naked without it." Particularly coupled with being in his pajamas.