David makes his through the Great Hall, clearly stunned by the enormously huge walls, high ceiling and then sets his eyes on Ravenclaw table. He's mildly nervous, hoping he'll make some new friends this term. He walks timidly, though for some reason not knowing why.
As David approaches his new table, he begins to feel the pit of stomach open up again. "Oh no, what if they don't like me," David thinks in the back of his mind.
"Please make friends, please make friends, please make friends."
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