"The Mirror. There was an emotional intensification and projection potion in the draught needed to pass into the chamber. The mirror, fueled by the Stone, can do more than merely show desire. Especially after an alchemist of the Headmaster's caliber has been staying up with it all night in the Headmaster's Garden with the roof retracted for the entire season of change and rebirth. We weren't certain which of you it would extract from your body but," grimly, "under the circumstances, we thought it likely that you would find even the less preferable scenario an acceptable temporary solution."
He stares at him a moment, and is, indeed, outraged. Almost certainly, however, not for the reason Q was dreading. "I have never," he bursts out eventually, "done or dreamed such a thing in my life. And you must know that whoever told you otherwise was a pernicious liar, as you've continued to associate with me, or at least, so I should hope!"
"Nothing like a little extra matter for the stomach acids to work on," he corrects. "An orange, after all, is very little more than juice--also heavily acidic, I might add--and not particularly satisfying to true hunger, and apples aren't much better."
"No it's not," he says stubbornly, and shrugs. "Only with my peers. But I was in trouble with them, anyway."