"Heh, then just keep staying here. Conservatively speaking, lie there for another forty-eight hours..." Snape rolled his eyes, clearly unable to understand this bizarre idol image—or perhaps Kayson's personal persona. After saying a few more words, he left.
Cedric looked at Kayson, then at Snape's retreating figure, and finally let out a sigh of relief. Then, as if performing a magic trick, he pulled a greaseproof paper packet from inside his robes. "Professor? You're hungry, right?"
Kayson nodded. "That's true."
The scene became strangely harmonious. Kayson lay in the coffin eating while Cedric sat beside him, watching kindly. Then Cedric seemed to remember something. "Professor, are you really going to lie here for forty-eight hours? Conservatively speaking?"
Kayson nodded as he ate. "Yeah."
"Then why don't you just teleport back to your office?" Cedric asked a question that cut straight to the heart.
"...Huh?" Kayson, halfway through eating, suddenly froze. Then he lowered his eyes and thought for about three seconds.
"I forgot."
"Then, Professor... do you need me to bring another dinner to your office?" Cedric asked awkwardly.
"Obviously, yes. Thanks." Kayson continued eating while lying in the coffin. Only after finishing all the food in the paper bag did he teleport straight out of the coffin. Then he picked up the fragment Cedric had held back from the floor and pressed it back into the hole in the coffin.
"Alright, I'm heading back to my office first. You should go rest too. As for the food... if you really are bringing it, go straight to my bedroom on the fourth floor." Kayson stretched hard, his bones crackling, then vanished with a hum.
Cedric stroked his chin, then ultimately headed toward the kitchen.
Meanwhile...
"So... don't you have your own bedroom?" Kayson had barely returned to