Kayson casually exchanged a few more words, then the group headed deeper into the cluster of tents. They had agreed beforehand that Sirius, the Weasleys, and the Longbottoms would camp next to one another, making it more convenient for the children to play together.
Kayson agreed with that as well. After all, the parents of both families had basically been members of Phoenix in their younger days. After Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom were discharged from the hospital last year, the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic sent them the paperwork after only a few days of recovery. But they felt they had missed Neville's childhood, so they chose not to return to the Aurors and instead stayed home to grow flowers and vegetables while waiting for Neville.
Even so, they were still formidable fighters.
Before long, they found the other two families. Kayson watched Sirius busily putting up a tent... though he had no idea what there was to fuss over with a magical tent. With no interest in satisfying his curiosity, he set out a recliner on the grass and closed his eyes to rest.
Replenish his energy during the day, then give those troublemaking Death Eaters a little shock that night.
Before long, he caught a faint whiff of something delicious. Opening his eyes, he looked around and quickly spotted several people grilling sausages by the campfire. "Hey, is there any for me?"
"On the wooden table beside you, Professor," Mrs. Weasley said, looking up.
"Oh, just call me Kayson." Kayson smiled and walked over to the table, picked up a fork, speared a sausage, and started eating.
Meanwhile, the moment Percy saw Kayson approaching, he hurried far away as if avoiding the plague.
Though it could not really be called running. He merely moved his legs