"I'm afraid I can't recall very clearly what happened," Q says. "All I remember is people shrieking," his eyes grow unfocused as he looks back on the moment, "my head feeling like it was being split open and my hands...burning..." he blinks and shudders. "You said there was a body?"
"Is it?" Q fumbles among the seeds and peels on the table in front of him, tidying the piles. There is some residual stickiness from the strawberries and he absently takes out his wand and cleans it away. He begins gathering up his notes, making sure they're in order.
"A pity," Q murmurs, still sympathetic. "I suppose it's useless to think about it now anyway," he says regretfully.