"Well, we have to do something." McGonagall carefully kept her eyes averted from the table. "Clearly these are no ordinary sweets. It wouldn't be at all appropriate for these to be let loose in the school."
"Quite." Dumbledore prodded a Caramel Kirk with the tip of his wand until it - rather reluctantly - pulled away from the Spearmint Spock Minerva had let it come rather too close to. "The younger students in particular..."
The problem, of course, was not that the spells enchanting the sweets weren't good. They were, in fact, rather too effective. The characters, even reduced as they were, had far too much life in them. Released from their individual packaging more than one at a time, the characters interacted.
They had managed to get loose in Hogsmeade.
A small phalanx of Jelly Janeways had emerged from a dropped box, and was last seen in the early stages of a pilgrimage back to the factory where they were made. They were said to have made an alliance with a colony of stoats and negotiated peace between foxes and rabbits in the territory they were crossing.
The Banana B'Elannas had been running loose all over the village, but no-one was yet protesting because they were making numerous structural improvements.
The Root Beer Rikers were fine - at least until an attractive woman of marriageable age went near them. Several bottles had cracked under the stresses as the Rikers tried to shift their proportions, sucking up their guts and puffing out their chests.
The groups - the groups they could handle, even the Mint McCoys with their tiny, piping exclamations of "I'm a doctor, not a healthy snack! Vegetables, dammit, vegetables!" and the Data Dates with their requests that their purchasers explain why anyone would eat something that was not of nutritional value.
But when the characters mingled...
"It could just be a problem with the enchantment," Albus mused. "They forgot that -" He paused, watching the Janeway Jelly and the Seven Sherbet. He had not before reflected on the *flexibility* of jelly. "That the characters have a certain alchemy, and should be prevented from reacting with one another." He pulled them apart, ignoring the truly disturbing sucking noise this action produced. "I shall speak to the manufacturers."
"Thank you, Professor," McGonagall said primly.