The British girl (Dora)'s reaction went all but completely unnoticed by Kyle, though perhaps if he were in the habit of being a Legilimens and listening in on people's thoughts, he might have made some sort of comment about how he wasn't American, despite what everyone assumed. Canadians could be rude too; this one certainly was.

Louise, Irene, Lachlan, Jesús, and Aurora had soon appeared too, as well as a number of the Hogwarts competitors. Kyle did know the names of all of them, but it was difficult to remember which name matched which face, especially when he didn't really try to do so... probably something he should make a conscious effort to change, considering the shared experience and all that. As each appeared, Kyle met them all - or, at least the ones that looked his way - with a nod, and tried to determine their thoughts on the task purely from their expressions, but he was mostly still concerned with his conversation with Valerie.

Which, by the way, wasn't helping Kyle with coming up with many satisfactory answers at all. He raised a hand to his head and ruffled the front of his hair. "It's strange." In all honestly, the strange behaviour of his Homenum Revelio spell was disturbing him more than the fact that he had just gone up against a real Dementor, but he couldn't help it. "I have a lot of questions for the competition officials. Hopefully they'll be willing to answer them." He needed answers, purely for the sake of furthering his own knowledge.

"I'm fine, yeah," he said in reply to Madelyn's question, giving very few details as he was always slightly worried that he might evoke some sort of bizarre cheer from her. It was true, in any case; he was fine, had had plenty of chocolate while still in the forest, which was probably common knowledge now, given those viewing screens. But, speaking of, was there anyone here that looked as though they were about to come square up with him for Summoning their snacks away from them? No? Good.

For the time being, Kyle went and took a nearby seat for himself. The hour, though it had passed quicker than most hours did, had been taxing in more ways than one. It wasn't until he finally took a seat that he realised just how beat he was. He rubbed at the back of his neck and stretched his legs out, noting, with a frown, the corner of his robes that was now missing. Would he have to replace his robes himself, or would the officials or Ilvermorny cover the cost for him? With his eyes averted from the main crowd, he missed Valerie's minor, silent magical outburst. Instead, he had started ruminating on the points, and just how many his own performance might have earned him.

For the first time, he was wondering exactly how the others had dealt with their own versions of the challenge, and how he might rank among them, as opposed to just whether or not he had succeeded. Would they announce the points for everyone? Or just declare who had been eliminated? Whatever they did, Kyle wondered if they might get around to it soon; the stands were busy and incredibly loud, and some alone time - perhaps with a book - would be greatly appreciated.