And the two friends laughed, victoriously. Willie hadn't felt this great since... No, wait, he did feel this great. It was hours earlier when warden Parker said he was delighted to have Willie out in the streets and not in juvvie anymore. That was before Willie stole his hat and ran off into the great London streets where he found Cy, his lost friend.

He laughed. "Oh, mate, I ain't believin' how slow they wereh! Didja see 'em?! They were like fa'at pigs runnin' 'round chasin' us. WHEW!" Willie grinned at the shove and shrugged his shoulder. "Yer welcome. Nevah go starvin', that's what me mum used ter tell me. Nevah go starvin'!"

He placed a hand under his chin and rubbed it as if he were in thought. Deep thought. "Mmmm... what 'bout we run 'round diagon alleh, find us somethin's ter take. If ye know what I'm sayin', eh?" Willie winked, gently elbowing Cy's abdomen.