She rolls her eyes at this. "There's a potion and a spell for everything," she says dryly, with the hypocresy of someone who did shorten her front teeth via magic in her fourth year. She can still remember her mother's unconvinced Hermione... when she'd seen the result in the summer.

"A lot of the more...base needs of being alive and human are glossed over there. There are no dentists in the magic school, and they rarely give us tea for breakfast, instead flooding us with neverending pumpkin juice." At the memory, a shudder.