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As the door opened into the empty, echoing hall, Alvis saw two figures already in conversation. Alvis adjusted his jacket a bit. Even after so many years, he would feel some hesitation in situations he didn’t foresee. Then the quiet of the hall was pierced by someone calling his name, a well-known Hufflepuff welcome he hadn’t heard in a long time, and a familiar warmth filled him. He raised his hand in a stiff wave as he joined them. 

[b][color=50BA86]”Well, you know me, with my impeccable timing.”[/color][/b] Alvis answered Liam as he shook his and Miles' hands, tapping the side of his head with pretend seriousness. There was an old joke among students on Alvis' strange sense of punctuality -usually late, rarely early, but when he was, something strange would usually go down. [b][color=50BA86]”It’s good to see you two again, in one piece and all.”[/color][/b] He nodded. 

[b][color=50BA86]”Got called in for Divination, yes. Seems almost like yesterday since I joined the Aurors, but Hogwarts does seem to have a way of pulling you back in… I do wonder how long it’ll be before I have to start solving the Case of the Missing Homework here, or the Case of the Exploding Potions Classroom for that matter…”[/color][/b] 

Alvis took a seat near them, settling in, knowing it was where they were supposed to be, even if the reasons were still unclear. [b][color=50BA86]“Is the castle being redesigned?”[/color][/b] He muttered. His gaze lingered on the room, as if expecting something -or someone- else to join them. Someone with a lot on their mind.