Janice was no big fan of clothes. Her mother's every attempt to make her girlier always involves either dresses, manners, sparkles and rainbows, or a combination of the mentioned items. And, apparently, it's not working out.

She just came to the seminar to be polite, but she didn't expect the astronomy tower to be transformed into a nightmare. Mannequins, ribbons, and fabric were everywhere, and the more she looked at the stuff, her heart got crushed even more. Fortunately, Janice is exceptionally good in hiding emotions, so she put her normal face up and jumped into the hole went into the room.

"Hello, Miss," she said politely. "Welcome to Hogwarts! I'm Janice Trewhella, and if you don't mind me asking, what are the potatoes for?"