Adrian Pucey...was not a bad fellow. So he expected that he should feel something, anything akin to remorse after what had just taken place.
And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to feel much of anything. The only emotion that the body lying at his feet inspired in him was relief. Relief that Yaxley was no longer a threat to Lizzy or Will or Audrey, and relief that he was no longer able to potentially be that same sort of threat to anyone else in the Wizarding world. He didn’t regret it in the slightest, and part of him felt that he probably should. The last thing that Adrian wanted was to turn into his father.
But then, his motives were entirely different. This wasn’t about power, this wasn’t about setting himself and his friends up as above someone else. This was about right, and wrong, and how sometimes only doing something wrong could fix something else that was wrong. Nothing was black and white.
Still, he had more respect for the dead than that. He didn’t step over the body. He went around it, and didn’t look back.