Abby walked into the girls' dormitory brightly, her robe already slipped out of and slung over her arm. She moved toward her bed, tossed the robe onto her trunk, and plopped down. Hmm. She surveyed the room. First year, first year, first year... first year. Well, Abby was happy and all that she had met so many firsties. But what did a girl have to do to meet Ravvies her age?