"Come on, come on..." Molly sat in Grace Yakov's arms, having just shoved a big mouthful of cake, before waving her fork in the air, cheering them on.
Her sparkling big eyes were filled with excitement, and without shouting any names, it was impossible to tell whom she was rooting for.
But hearing her voice, Harry and the Little Boy both noticeably sped up their movements.
It seemed like a battle for the Little Princess...
Time slipped away, second by second.
The puzzle on the ground was slowly coming together, with the outline now clear. It was down to who could muster the strength to finish it in the final moments...
Grace Yakov stood by, her recently recovered foot not able to endure standing for too long.
Yet, she was so captivated by the astonishing performance of the two Little Buddies that she'd rather endure the pain than miss any detail of the match.
