"I wonder what Harry remembers?" Q muses quietly. "Was there any analysis done on the ash or was it just swept up and thrown away?"
"I don't know Severus. This is rather awkward." He nods. "Oh right, sorry." Q fetches the distilled water and washes the seeds in a little bowl. "Drain and dry them?" he asks. He looks at the strawberries. They're a bit smashed. "We could make jam out of them I suppose." He picks one up and pops it in his mouth. "It tastes fine," he says.
"Just in case an opportunity should present itself. Hypothetically, of course."