"I wasn't referring to the Prophet," Q tells him. "I was never a big fan of the paper anyway." He can't help a little gasp of laughter as Severus' indignation. "I know," he says, struggling to keep a straight face. "But there was this film and Renfield had the most ludicrous German accent you could possibly imagine." Q knows that Severus doesn't share his fondness for movies. "Anyway, ever since, I'm afraid that's how I think of him," Q finishes. "Besides, he ate bugs. I should think you'd be happy to throw him to another nationality given the chance." He's still smiling, despite his best efforts not to. "There are a couple of good one," Q tells him. "And an Indian place as well. Does a great lamb korma. I'd be glad to show you."
"Well, I'm supposed to be dead after all," Q reminds him. "Rather odd of me to show up alive, isn't it? People will ask questions I'd much prefer them not to." Q nods understanding. He knows all about the testing that goes into new remedies before they're available to the public. "No extra points for guessing that wolfsbane is one of the ingredients, right?" Q frowns. "No, I don't think you have. But I'm betting it isn't Humphrey Bogart. And I don't have an owl Severus. I've never had one. I suppose I could telephone." He can't wait for Severus' reaction to that!
No worries! And if he did tell Q the name, I'm afraid I've forgotten. :(