"Well, a spirit anyway," Q concedes, "since he's not a ghost. And I certainly can't conjure him up in the flesh. I'm not that good. And then there's the way he goes around beheading people all the time." His hand goes to his throat. "Not pleasant."
"What do you mean 'as well'?" There is just a tinge of panic in his voice.
Q hates it when Severus sulks. "I'm sorry Severus; what was your point then?" His expression indicates that he is far too dense to get it on his own and he'd appreciate being enlightened. "Well then, no wonder they rebelled. I would have too under those circumstances."
"I can imagine," Q says fervently. He's sorry he even heard about it. "Of course," Q shrugs. "What else could it possibly be." Q hunches his shoulders. "Yes, Severus?" he asks in a tiny voice. Maybe he could splinch himself through the floor. Useful as a distraction, but probably painful.
"A liquefying charm perhaps," he speculates. "Far easier than a blender." He scratches his nose. "It just has a blanket effect then with no regard for gender? Have there ever been any, well, mix-ups?"
Well, if it wasn't Ravenclaw and Severus had been a Slytherin, that only left two choices. Q cringes and for once has the good sense to keep quiet and not ask. "Really?" Q can almost feel sorry for the hat. "It was barely on my head at all," he offers.
I love mangoes! I'll have to try it then. Perhaps a scoop next time we go to Coldstone.