Normally, winter events were very crucial for Hanna's general well being. However, she did not want to see what her amortentia smelled like — she imagined it would be dreadfully disappointing if it smelled like nothing — for all that she was curious about amortentia. And, to make matters worse, the music was boring. It was slow. She was sure that made dancing easier, but it did not appeal to her, or to the tingling in her legs!

She turned abruptly at the sound of her name. Hanna raised an eyebrow at Mr. Fisk. "I'm not enjoying the pianist," she said, without hesitation, "I think he's rather mediocre."