Chaos

To be honest, Kyle's mood had changed completely from earlier that afternoon, when they had been dancing.

The easygoing feeling was gone, replaced by tension. Even when Fred and George dragged him onto the stage, he merely hastily found an excuse to slip away again.

The main reason was that the situation had suddenly changed. Before, he had not worried about what they would do if Voldemort came here, because they had Dumbledore. Even if he was not there in person, Kyle believed he could arrive in time.

But now it was different. From the moment he had watched Dumbledore gradually disappear in Bathilda's home beneath the dappled sunlight, the tension in Kyle's heart had reached an unprecedented new height.

The sun slowly set, and night fell...

Fred and George were the first to light the bonfire. The invited band played with all their might, and the crackling flames illuminated every face as the atmosphere reached a new high.

Kyle sat in an open patch of ground some distance away, looking somewhat tired. For the first time, he felt that Fred and George's decision had been rather ill-advised.

Wouldn't it have been better if the party had simply ended there? Everyone could have gone home, and it would have been much safer. Why light a bonfire and keep going? Wasn't that just creating more risks for no reason?

He let out a quiet sigh.

Just then, his left shoulder suddenly sank, followed by a warm touch. Kyle turned his head and found the phoenix gently pecking at his ear.

"Fawkes?" Kyle froze for a moment. "Why are you still here?"

But he quickly realized that Fawkes had refused to enter Bathilda's house, which had been dirty, messy, and full of strange smells. So Dumbledore had left it outside to stand