"You mean the original original," Q notes. "I was, er, referring to Henry VIII. He flushes slightly. "Naturally," he agrees promptly. "They do quite well in a one-on-one situation."
"Use of this product may be harmful to your health," he mutters. "Understatement of the century. Millennium. Eon even." He broods. Q listens, as he always does to Severus. The situation had been murky and he'd been aware of it in a vague sort of way. But he hadn't paid any attention to the details of it. Politics makes his head ache. One bit though, surprises him. "Voldemort was a mudblood?! I had no idea. I certainly didn't get that impression from him." He rubs the back of his head again. "Arrogant gits!"
Q clicks his tongue thoughtfully. "You've got a point about Percy. That name always puts me in mind of someone who spends most of their lives with their head in a loo while people laugh."
"Then I shan't call you that," Q tells him gravely. Though he thinks it's a shame not to. Q dives for his papers and scribbles madly. He does wonder if he'll be able to read what he's written. Some charms just aren't as effective as they could be. "Copper in April...?" he muses. "April...?" He sighs and looks terribly woebegone. "I'm sorry Severus. I really have no idea."