Kyle had an unfortunate - or perhaps fortunate, given one's perspective - tendency to look moody and sullen even when his mood was neutral or even elevated. He had, naturally, decided to attend the event without a 'date', given that there was no-one who captivated his interest, or vice versa. Kyle wasn't really one for big social events, not really, but apparently it wouldn't do for one of the Ilvermorny competitors to refuse to show his face; already he had started garnering a reputation, even here, for being brooding and unapproachable. It was the same story as back at Ilvermorny, and Kyle detested that. Perhaps tonight would be the opportunity to change things a little, maybe make a friend or two, if he managed to avoid insulting them too harshly right off the bat.

But then there was that whole 'sullen and moody' problem again. Kyle lingered, as was his nature, at the very edge of the room, hands in his pockets and blue eyes scanning those who had started to fill up the ballroom. Though he had made an effort in his outfit - as he was wont to do - the front of his hair was still just as mussed up in a 'deliberately-careless' fashion as it always was. He wasn't sure he really intended to do much dancing, but felt that any potential like-minded friends would be more likely to populate the edges of the room in any case.

And besides; dancing, though it tended to involve more than one person (but for the daring and the uncaring), was hardly a social activity in terms of communication. Even so, perhaps he should have opted to head for the dining saloon first, rather than the ballroom. It wasn't too late to duck out of here and locate some refreshments instead-- although, he was hardly committed to this room for the rest of the night, either.