"Well, it's a nice arse. You get that from me," Kirley said, with a grin. "2008. My birthday actually. The day after my birthday." He made a face. Kirley and birthdays had never really gotten along, for all he made sure to always throw a brilliant party. "You know, this isn't all bad. I get to live my thirties over again. Part of them, anyway."
He nodded. "I would definitely want the House Elves to move the piano. They can do it without harming it," he agreed. "If we do gather the Muggleborns to the school, perhaps some of them would like an education in the musical history of our world. It can't all be spells and potions. We have to pass along the culture as well." At the very least, the children would need an education in the Weird Sisters' greatest hits, but there were others--musicians, composers, actors--that should be passed along as well.
"Well, if it's any consolation, you were there. We both lived through the sickness, so we were there weren't we? That didn't change. This is just...a second chance, of sorts. No reason to be angry or guilty." It made sense to Kirley, anyway. "I agree. There should be more women I'm not related to here. Especially if none of them know what to do with one."