"Well, yes," Q admits. "I didn't say it was easy. They really don't have any reason to be nice to people."
"Oh. Um, well, I'm very glad you got away from Voldemort," he blurts. "And to see you again."
"Yes," Q says, catching the smirk. "A raven would be ever so appropriate. The problem is where to find one. I doubt they're available from the pet shop." Q snorts, which, loosely translated, means: 'That's all very well and good, but he's still Sirius Black, whichever dimension he may be from, and I heard about what he did to you and I'm not willing to forgive him for it.' Aloud he says evenly: "I shall await circumstances before I pass judgment. I shan't be outright rude to him, you may rest assured." He is a paying customer after all.
Would you care for a macaroon? I've made lots. Almond or coconut.