"Not that I've noticed," Q tells him. "I haven't seen any fauns or talking lions or anything. I haven't looked for them though." Q waves a hand. "Oh I don't know," he says airily. "We can burn that bridge when we get to it."
"Write a book about the aftermath of the war? I don't know..." he says hesitantly. "Rather limited market appeal. And it wasn't as if I was there for any of it. I'm not really qualified to write about it."
"Perhaps they'd booby-trapped them Severus. I wouldn't put it past them you know."
Q takes a deep breath. "Never mind," he says, forcing a smile. "It's enough to know that there are some people who realise that using a love potion is quite a futile gesture. And, where there's life, there's hope."
Q snorts as well, but it's entirely directed at Horace Slughorn. Q, who'd merely been a superlative student, had been completely off of Slughorn's radar. "I didn't mean just you Severus," Q says hastily. He doesn't want to appear too much of a suck-up. "Professor McGonagall wouldn't have needed it either. Binns on the other hand, wouldn't have had enough if you'd made him an oceans worth."
OOH! Thanks! I'll have to check that out next time I'm up in Columbus. Ben & Jerry makes a pumpkin cheesecake ice cream but alas, it tastes more like cream cheese than pumpkin.