Kyle left the Great Hall without going anywhere else, returning directly to his cabin beside the Forbidden Forest.
After fighting all night, getting less than an hour of rest, then rushing around from dawn till dusk again over all sorts of trivial matters, Kyle was exhausted beyond measure.
After returning to the cabin, he did not even change clothes before collapsing onto the bed and falling into a deep sleep.
However, some people had no intention of letting Kyle sleep, such as those opportunistic wizards.
They came from all sorts of backgrounds and professions. They had been nowhere to be seen when Hogwarts was fighting the Death Eaters, but now that the war had been won, they emerged one after another, walking through the castle and eagerly fussing over those injured in the battle.
As the main force who had fought Voldemort alone, Kyle naturally became one of their targets. But he had been busy with one thing after another before, and they had not been able to find a chance to speak with him alone.
But now, everyone was gradually becoming free.
So, with all manner of unspoken motives, they made their way to the cabin, hoping to make Kyle's acquaintance at the first opportunity.
Most of them were stopped by the Alchemical Mist carved into the door.
But some made it through.
Watching the others wander in circles where they stood, they could hardly contain their delight.
Yet before they could savor their triumph for long, a pair of purple eyes lit up inside the dark cabin.
Then they turned around blankly, joined the group spinning in circles, and were driven away with the others by Hagrid when he heard the commotion.
By the time Kyle woke up, it was almost noon the next day.
When he