Toby had been quite occupied with throwing the apple straight up and catching it, looking around at the other kids from time to time to see maybe see what they were all up to. But then the professor had spoken and led them off and Toby followed along with the rest of the class and did his very best to pay attention. And now here he was.

The sixth year retrieved one of each of the other fruits, so that now he had a lemon, a tomato, an apple, and that one already-sweet apple he'd been practicing on before. Having found a spot out of the way of other other kids, Toby sat himself down on the ground so he could work along and concentrate on casting the spell without having to worry about keeping hold of the fruits he wasn't working on.

So, the other apple first, as that was already the sweetest fruit. The Hufflepuff held it out in the palm of his hand and circled the tip of his wand around it.

"Magimus," Toby intoned as he did so, watching the sparks appear, the once Thompson had said were basically the flavour leaving the fruit. Hmmm... that was a thought. Before they disappeared, Toby leaned forwards slightly and attempted to catch the sparks in his mouth. 'Cause he wanted so see if you could TASTE the flavour that was being taken away, see? But he was too late, as the sparks disappeared before one could hit Toby's tongue. Sad.

After checking the apple to make sure it tasted sweet enough, Toby set it to one side with the other apple and picked up the tomato to repeat the process.

"Magimus." Again, Toby traced his wand around the circumference of the tomato, and again he attempted to catch the resulting sparks in his mouth, though with slightly more success this time. And the taste? WEIRD. And not tomato-y at all. So weird. But that meant success, right? Toby nibbled away a teeny tiny bit of the tomato, and when his mouth flooded with sweetness he knew that one was a success too.

Finally, Toby picked up the lemon, and repeated the spell again. "Magimus." After the sparks had died down (he decided NOT to try and eat them this time), Toby took a teeny bite into the peel as Thompson had done.

BLEH. NOT sweet, absolutely, definitely, REALLY NOT SWEET. Toby stuck his tongue out at the icky taste and had to really resist the urge to spit the nastiness away. But resist he did, because manners were a thing. Toby raised his wand again, and repeated the spell, being sure to concentrate properly this time. "Magimus."

Once the sparks were gone, Toby nibbled (this time much more cautiously) at the pointy nubbin at the end of the lemon, and was happy to find that this time it was good and sweet and ready for deployment.

Now then, step two.