Now that the toadstool was numb and actually funny, in Nora's opinion, she supposed it was time for the unpleasant part, for both Nora and the toadstool. You know, she felt like one of those muggle dentists she'd heard about.

Next, she got a firm, but not too firm - according to the blackboard - grip on the toadstool's cap (could she name her toadstool?), and with the other hand held one of the fangs and...

EEEEK SHE COULDN'T DO IT!

Deep breath.

After a few moments, she gripped it again and closed her eyes and...

... yanked the fang out.