Gwen sat on her cushion, quite bewildered. She looked around at her classmates and housemates, wondering if they were thinking what she was thinking; that this woman was quite mad. She glanced incredulously at Shayna, restraining an eye roll with difficulty.

"Erm, I'm Gwen," she began. "I'm a third year Gryffindor, and I like macadamia nut. The soft kind."