She wasn't as conscientious during that interrogation as she generally was. Perhaps her mind was still focused hundreds of miles away in Hogsmeade where she knew a party was being set up for her benefit. How many times did she have to beg her husband to just ignore the day? She didn't want presents or parties. If he insisted on doing anything, running her a hot bath and burying his face in her thighs until she couldn't remember how old she was would've been perfectly acceptable, even enjoyable. Why the man had to go all out for a day she loathed never made much sense to her. Did he simply enjoy making her miserable? Some days she believed that to be the case.