"Very true, but if you look into Eastern medicine, as opposed to chakra study, you'll find that the vast majority of their potions are a uniform tea-colored." He pauses. "True except for the comment about Victorian times. During that period, I think you'll find, there was a resurgence of the fad for colored candles in rituals, as it was their only way to make colored light without adding additional magic to the mix or making chemical wicks whose scent might alert the neighbors. It's surfaced at other times, of course." He makes a face. "Even the muggles picked it up, in the '70s."
He smiles briefly at the squirrel remark. "Miss Granger became a red squirrel animagus towards the end of the war," he notes. "Quite useful. It wasn't my intention to take you to task for your attitude towards him before the possibility of his being an unknown factor arose, Quin. He was visibly taken aback by it, however, and that's why it's a thing to be explained. As it would be if you spoke to him openly on the subject of the interHouse wars."
He turns his eyes back to the potion under his hands for a moment, and says, "You were reminding me of someone else." Looking back up, "I suspect so; certainly there's no reason why you couldn't ask. And," he raises a mischievous eyebrow, "I suspect that being shown up through the medium of his own achievement is precisely the sort of justice he would understand."
Q made him all homesick for Rus. T.T And considerably less homesick for the constant, constant 'this is why you shouldn't attack X now and in that way...' n,n;;