Q looks up when he sees the man enter the pub. Is that him? He's never actually met Lucius Malfoy, but he looks familiar and he certainly looks a lot like Q remembers Draco. He takes a hasty gulp of his stout when he approaches the bar. As he orders, Q slips off his stool. Unfortunately, he misjudges, trips, and bumps smack into the man he thinks he wants to meet. Wine sloshes. "Oh Merlin!" Q gasps, blushing furiously. "I'm so sorry! Er, Mr Malfoy?" He fumbles for napkins, not wanting to get out his wand.