"They're trying to restore balance and harmony to the body," he observes. "It makes sense that they'd want a uniform colour in their medicinal potions. Different coloured candles are used in all sorts of rituals," Q goes on. "Though that's the wax colour, not the light." He grins. "Right. Lava lamps."
"Did she?" Q's eyebrows rise. "I'm not at all surprised she mastered the spell at such a young age. And I suppose it would be useful. Who notices squirrels?" He gives a self-deprecating eye-roll. "Except when they get into the bird table." Q tilts his head. "I can imagine it was disconcerting." He's secretly pleased at the idea of a disconcerted Sirius Black. Old habits die hard. "I mean, having everyone automatically draw their wand at you has got to be nervous making." He gives a brief nod. "I will maintain the usual Ravenclaw attitude about interHouse wars. I won't mention them unless someone else brings up the subject."
"I was?" Q looks puzzled. "Who?" The puzzlement deepens. "Are you speaking of Sirius Black Severus? How would that show him up?"
AW! Bless his sick, twisted little heart. Rus's, not Sev's. Any chance of my bringing him into the comm? *hopes* Sev the pacifist! Whodathunkit?! ;)