Smoking, cards, and night caps will all be the room’s main function for the kids, the RA goes on to explain. All eyes are heavy. The day has been a storm of excitements, and the children, after laying out their uniforms and shoes, are quickly starring in each other’s dreams. It is a beautiful, pale blue night. All the children are wrapped in their blankets. All except for Harry. Stroking his bird, Harry is lost in thought, bathed in the cold moonlight. “Who am I now?” he thinks as he winks at the night, and it seems to whisper back to him. “You are everything.”