Harry’s hand began to shrink, resuming its normal shape and size. *Phew.* He blew on his fist handsomely, and asked smugly, “Aren’t I awesome?” His amber eyes were looking extremely clear under the sunlight and shimmering from the reflection of the snow as he said that.

I nodded in shock. He kept looking at me smugly for a while.

There was a sudden awkwardness between us, and we became quiet, blinking to look elsewhere. Harry saw Raffles and offered his hand to pull him up. “Why aren’t you on your feet yet?!”

Raffles came back to reality and took Harry’s hand. Harry clearly looked strong as he pulled Raffles up.

Raffles had already resumed his composure by now. To our surprise, he suddenly lifted his arm... and *Bang!* ...A snowball...