Q regards Severus for a long moment. "Things to tell him then?"
"What do you mean?" he asks. "His father was a bastard. I mean, so was Voldemort of course, but really, you can see where he's coming from."
Q's eyebrows climb to his hairline. "Bit early for Christmas shopping, isn't it?"
"Lots of things don't sound dark," Q agrees earnestly. "But that doesn't mean they're inherently good either. Or good in the long run. And really, there isn't any reason for a love potion. People either love you or they don't."
Q looks surprised at the question. "No, it's not available in muggle shops. I don't really care for it actually." He considers for a moment. "You're making it up for the staff?"
I made some pumpkin juice when HP first came out. Pumpkins don't juice very well. It's very stringy; worse than OJ.