*that's not quite the story Dearborn had given him, but it's close enough for one version to be passed off as a misunderstanding of the other, and his heart skips a beat as realisation hits* *the age is at least a decade off, and the nose[because who could forget that nose?] isn't quite the same shape, but... who else could it be?* But he can't be from my world, because that pain-in-the-arse was there right to the end. *self-preservation is screaming at him to get out of there as quickly as possible* *can't be certain whether Severus recognises him or not, but is going to go along with the act (if it is one) for now*
*without the slightest trace of nerves* *to Q* Well, for a fee, naturally. But yes, all of them.
*stands up* You look like you've a lot to set up. I should probably be on my way so you can get on with it. *picks up his cup and saucer -- mentally kicking himself for drinking the wretched tea* Where should I leave this?