"Except?" Sisse gently pressed. There was something here she was missing and her eyes were scanning looking for it. Nearby a cauldron was bubbling and splattering and... "Millie," Sisse started slowly, "Did any potion hit anything?"

Any further inquiry was cut off as a brussel sprout fly right for her face, Sisse batted it away, only to have it return like the most persistent fly. Think. She urged herself mentally. It had been a few years since she had worked on her own transfiguration, but surely she knew how to turn a cabbage back into a cauldron cake? She would have pulled out her wand had the persistent greenage not continued it's barrage of her face. "Perhaps turn it back to a cauldron cake?" She suggested.