Happy birthday to my son, Bill

My dear boy, congratulations on reaching the quarter century mark. While I know that's an accomplishment all on its own, growing up in the Burrow (between the danger of Quidditch accidents out in the orchard and the odd explosion coming from the twins' room), I'm even more delighted that you've grown into a fine young man that any father would be more than proud to call his son.

You're a credit to your mother and me, my boy, and especially over the past year, it's been a joy to see you come into your own.

I'll see you at lunch, and I know your Mum will be working hard all day on an extra special feast for dinner.