There was a squeaking of of wheels out in the corridor, and every wizard stiffened in anticipation. The door swung open and the first overloaded trolley was pushed in.
There was a series of sighs as every eye focused on the maid who was pushing it, and then some rather louder sighs when they realized that she was not, as it were, the intended.
She wasn’t ugly. She might be called homely, perhaps, but it was quite a nice home, clean and decent and with roses around the door and a welcome on the mat and an apple pie in the oven. But the thoughts of the wizards were, astonishingly, not on food at this point, although some of them were still a bit hazy as to why not.
She was, in fact, quite a pleasant looking girl, even if her bosom had clearly been intended for a girl two feet taller; but she was not Her.*
*The Egregious Professor of Grammar and Usage would have corrected this to “she was not she,” which would have caused the Professor of Logic to spit out his drink. –Terry Pratchett – Unseen Academicals.