"Caverns measureless to man?" Q manages a small smile.
Q listens to Sirius and Remus, wondering if they're always like this. "So long?" he asks, a bit dismayed. "But...at the end of three weeks, you'll, we'll, I'll, know something for sure?" He looks from one to the other, pleading. He's waited this long, he supposes three more weeks won't make much difference. "And it can be arranged for here?" Q wants to know. "Margate I mean. I won't have to go to St Mungos? And," he takes a deep breath, "who will do the testing and interpreting?"