"Brittle bone disease? You... can even mold me a body?" Steve scratched the smooth, hard back of his head.
"If you wanted one," Kayson said.
"I don't. I don't want someone else's flesh stuck to the outside of my skeleton. If it's for playing Dumbledore, that's work, no problem. But for everyday life, being all hollow like this is pretty nice." Steve shook his head.
"Fine, then. I'll go see if there's any flesh material I can use on you. If there really isn't, I'll check with Hagrid to see whether there's any meat left from that hippopotamus stir-fried with elephant."
"Anyway, you're an undead creature. You only need a layer of skin." Kayson even raised his eyebrows as he spoke.
With that, he headed straight for Hagrid's hut.
"The leftover meat was sent to the House-elves' kitchen. Of course, I've got plenty of cooked meat if you want it. The Ender Dragon didn't finish eating, and I was planning to have it for dinner with Grawp. You can have some if you don't mind," Hagrid said, scratching the back of his head.
"Um..." Kayson fell silent awkwardly. He remembered how Hagrid had used him to scare Grawp last time, and had literally scared Grawp shitless.
"No, no, I'll go check the kitchen. What I need is raw meat." Kayson slipped out of Hagrid's hut in a flash.
He then entered Hogwarts Castle, took several twists and turns, and finally arrived at the kitchen. As a Hufflepuff student, if he couldn't find the Hogwarts kitchen, he would truly be useless.
The first familiar face he saw upon entering was someone he knew. "Well, well? Dobby." Kayson waved at Dobby.
"Good day, Professor Kayson." Dobby hurried over as well.
Kayson crouched down. "Hagrid sent over a huge lump of meat earlier.