"It's a good name," he said. He could have meant Harry or Lily. It didn't really matter in the long run. A name was a name. Everyone had one. Or should have one, he thought, thinking of Ivy.
He ran a hand over his face. He kept his eyes averted, carefully avoiding eye contact. The last thing he needed was to get locked in a soul gaze. "Doesn't feel like heaven. Or hell. And it's not the Nevernever. Purgatory seems as likely as anywhere else."