Q stares at Severus, wide-eyed. "And that doesn't constitute an emergency?!" He shakes his head in disbelief. "The man was barking! A stark raving loon.!" He blinks. "Wait! Lupin? Lupin?" Remembering names seems to be an especial problem for him and it's unlikely he would have been able to recall except he's very recently re-met Sirius Black. "Remus Lupin?! The Gryffindor prefect? He's a werewolf?" Q looks stunned.
"Why me in particular?" he asks. "No offense to Potter, but Hagrid would have told anybody anything given a few tankards of mulled mead." Q looks vaguely guilty. "Er, I've already got some. Polyjuice potion I mean." He gives Severus a hesitant smile.
"Well Merlin knows she's earned it," Q says. "I just wanted to ask her about the owls. I suppose I could phone her later. Is there anyone else who might know?"