"Okay, all right!" Q mutters. "First thing to do is not to panic!" Warily, he approaches the chair. The buttons upholstered on the back eerily resemble eyes. He gulps, staring. Were they like that before? He can't remember. "Oh boy!" He glances around wildly and sees the book on the floor. "Now I know he didn't have anything to do with this!" Q tells himself sternly. The title of the book seems to pulse menacingly. "Then again," he tells himself, "remember the topiary." He's really working himself into a state and vanishing the chair doesn't occur to him. It might not work anyway. "Right then, the best thing to do is get out of here before something terrible happens. Severus will know what to do." Q notices the aquarium on the piano. "Better take you with me," he tells John. "Awful things happen to dogs in his books," he says, scooping John up and putting him in a pocket. "Merlin only knows what would happen to a turtle!" He stares around, wild-eyed and grabs his shirt off the table. He runs for the door, barely managing to get it open before he's down the stoop and running for Severus' house.
Q is no athlete, that's putting it mildly, but with panic driving him on, he makes record time to the house. He staggers up the steps, breathless, and pounds on the door. "Severus!" he gasps. "Severus, open the door!" Q leans over, hands on his knees, his chest heaving.