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As Alvis sat in the Great Hall, his yearbook open before him on the Ravenclaw House table, he tried - and failed - to hide his anxiety. For the last two school years, he'd been to shy to ask for a single signature on his book. But this year, he'd been reaching out to people, hadn't he? He thought he might have even made a few friends. So he fiddled with his quill, watched the other students chattering around him, and screwed up his courage for a moment before choosing a person he recognized from the crowd and diving in.