When Kayson and Dumbledore left the Wizengamot chamber, they had originally been strolling along at an unhurried pace, until a figure appeared beside Kayson.
Kayson glanced over from the corner of his eye, and his pupils contracted. Lester.
Honestly, when he had been on trial, Kayson had specifically looked at Lester. He had cast his vote for Kayson's acquittal.
In fact, Kayson had preferred that Lester vote him guilty. That way, he could consider the matter of rhythmically and repeatedly bringing an anvil into contact with Lester's head settled.
And then, in Kayson's eyes, Lester would merely be an ordinary little Auror from the Ministry of Magic, a small fry who mindlessly supported Fudge. Kayson would have felt no psychological burden whatsoever about avoiding him or trash-talking him.
But things were different now. Even after Kayson had nearly smashed him to death with an anvil, Lester had still voted to acquit him.
What kind of person was that?
A noble person. A compassionate person. A wise person. A kind person.
Kayson felt that if he turned around and ran away now, it would be somewhat rude to Lester.
"What are you thinking about?" Lester asked curiously as he watched Kayson's eyes dart around.
As for Dumbledore, he had already given the two young men some space.
"I was thinking, why did you vote to acquit me? Don't the two of us have a bit of a grudge?" Kayson asked after tossing all the strange thoughts out of his mind.
"You did the right thing. Why shouldn't I make an exception for something right and someone just? Of course, I still don't approve of you using magic for renovations in the Muggle World," Lester said solemnly.
"You're actually pretty nice," Kayson said with a smile.
"Thanks for the compliment... Though I