Further ahead, Harry wasn’t pushing Arsenal along anymore; instead, they were walking side by side under the silent moonlight, their figures obvious against the boundless field. The sky came down to meet the ground at the far off horizon, framing the two of them as if they were walking under the great galaxy.

Harry put down Little Har. Little Har turned around and waved at Little Bing and Little Raf, who immediately flew out of Raffles and my arms to drop onto the ground and catch up with Little Har.

The three little birds flapped their wings under the moonlight, as if they were trying hard to learn how to fly. They also looked like they were just fooling around, just like Harry, Raffles and me back...