"As usual," he returns in kind, and then looks miffed. "I trust the condition will not be permanent." After all, it's not a quality gently lost by someone who looks like him. "Well?" He tilts an eyebrow at him. "If one includes too much, an instructor may make assignments with some discrimination. If too little, however, what is to be done?"
"How novel to be taken for the victim rather than the beast itself," he drawls. "Perhaps, then, you would secure..." he thinks a moment. Low acid, high sugar... "an avocado, banana, a ripe date-plum... perhaps a papaya. Yes, certainly a papaya." Anticipating a horrified look, "Anti-inflammatory. I don't answer for flavor."
She'd obviously managed a confundus charm by book 7. See ya! Tomorrow, I suspect. ;)