Q just smiles. "She made the most god-awful tea," he reminisces.
"That's it," he says, waving a hand at the cottage. "Wait a moment Severus. The wards are keyed to me." He pulls out his wand and does an intricate little squiggle with it. He nods. "All right now. Mind the volcano. Come up the usual way." He's suddenly nervous, showing Severus his house. "It's not much, but it's home." The cottage is small; living room, kitchenette, bedroom and bath. There isn't much furniture in the living room, just two chairs, a small sofa, and some shelves. There are tables by the chairs with lamps and a low table in front of the sofa. The piano is in front of the window and John's aquarium sits on top. The furniture is rather shabby and the lamps are mis-matched. There are no pictures on the walls, but there are books on the shelves and stacked by one of the chairs and on the tables. There's a book on the floor by one of the chairs, obviously dropped.
"I'll mention it to them first thing in the morning," Q tells him "The owners, I mean. And I'll save back mentioning the clinical stuff. They do some massage here, but I don't know if it's medically therapeutic or just because." He considers. "For right now I think I'll just go with them. I don't really want another pet. Or a familiar."