A break from school, Etta had said.

"... Sure."

Kyle was perhaps not the best individual to talk to regarding that, seeing as he couldn't relate at all. School was one thing that never seemed to stress him out, not even when finals came around and general anxiety levels started to rise all over Ilvermorny. In fact, school and classes and homework was more of a safe haven for Kyle. He was good at school and all things academic, which made it all much more enjoyable; some subjects more than others, admittedly. "We don't take JARVEYs until sixth year, so I don't have that stress just yet." Maybe next year he would understand? In any case, Kyle was glad that the IMPS had fallen when he was a fifth year, rather his sixth. This way, he had much more spare time to devote solely to the competition, as opposed to focusing on how to ace a specific exam.

The offer to dance came so suddenly and so out of nowhere that, for just a second, Kyle just stood there, blinking and processing. Again, only for a second.

"Uh... yeah. Sure. No problem." Had Kyle ever danced before? No. Definitely not at a proper dance and, now that he thought about it, not around any other people. What better way to do the exact opposite of what people expected from him. "I'm interested. I'll dance with you."

Except, hold up just a moment, because that little blond Hogwarts kid (Derf), had gone and made this entire event worth the time spent on it with that display.

Kyle only stared at the kid for a moment, but then broke into a grin the second his declaration was over. He didn't know what amused him most: the fact that Valerie had an admirer, and one who was still a baby Hogwarts student at that; the fact that said admirer thought she was a Veela, probably based solely on her skin and hair, and the fact that he was clearly stunned by the intensity of his own crush; or the fact that he always wore a shirt with her face on it and slept with a picture of Valerie under his pillow. His pillow.

There was perhaps a very obvious snort of laughter from Kyle at that point-- not directed at the kid, but at Valerie Gray herself. He was never, ever going to let her live this down.