"Well," Q hesitates, "he's sort of reclusive. I'd rather show you than tell you." Because you'd never believe me. "But his stuff is reliable. I've used it and haven't had any problems." He nods at the bottle of bicorn horn. "I got that from him."
Q looks confused for a moment until he realises that Severus is referring to the bird. "All right." He looks at the bird, flushing. "Er, you're gorgeous." He gives Severus a sharp glance, wishing he could make him sit down, but knowing how futile it would be to try. "Shelves, shelves," he mutters, setting the boxes back down. "Bookcases would work best I guess." He looks at Sirius. "And for the books? You said you could get us any books we need?"
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