Chapter 523: Kyle’s Dark Past
The next day, early in the morning, Kyle sat at the breakfast table with a grave expression, slowly chewing on a piece of toast.
"What's wrong with you?" Cedric asked, noticing Kyle's tense demeanor. "You look like you're about to dive straight into the second task of the tournament."
"To be honest, I'd rather do the second task today," Kyle sighed. "By the way, can you dance?"
"Yeah," Cedric replied casually. "My dad took me to a few dances when I was younger, so I picked it up then. Why? Can't you?"
"Why does everyone assume I'd know how to dance?" Kyle grumbled, biting into his bread with irritation. "If I could, I wouldn't be in this mess."
"Pfft..." Cedric's face twitched as he struggled to hold back a laugh.
It was rare to see Kyle so flustered, and Cedric found the sight both amusing and oddly endearing.
"It's not that hard," Cedric said, trying to sound supportive despite his mirth. "Just follow the music. Oh, and I saw the notice in the foyer—Professor McGonagall's holding a dance club at 10 a.m. You should check it out."
"You mean that? I was the first to sign up," Kyle muttered, exasperated.
Cedric couldn't hold it in anymore. He clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter, imagining Kyle clumsily stomping on his partner's feet at the ball. Trying to avoid embarrassing his friend, Cedric hastily excused himself, claiming he needed to find Cho, and hurried over to the Ravenclaw table.
Kyle, too preoccupied with thoughts of the club, barely noticed Cedric's hasty exit and assumed he was off to ask Cho to the ball.