The midway point of the year had finally come, and of course at about that time it was marked with the Yule Ball. Kyle remembered the balls when he had been back in school, though they had saddened him a bit as he usually just kept to himself. Now, though, he was happily content and had volunteered to help set up the decorations. Being skilled in charms and transfiguration, he was more than willing to help as he could. He performed several complicated variations off of the freezing charm, Conglacio, to help adorn the school with a wintry look. Outside in the gardens, he froze over the benches with unmelting ice that was neither cold, slippery, nor wet. He topped the gardens off with a giant fountain of ice that showered cool, sparkling crystal water, and produced a low mist around the base. Back inside he trimmed the walls with an unmelting adorning of frost, and aided in the production of the the falling, yet disappearing, snow from above. Once finished with that task, he transfigured little scraps and tidbits of whatever he could find lying about into intricate silver and blue metallic snow flakes which he then cast a permanent levitation charm upon to have them float around above the great hall. Once the decorating was complete he headed up to his room to prepare for the evening.
He returned down shortly after the ball had begun, attired in dress robes of a deep sapphire blue. Many of the people attending were already there but some still filtered in behind him. All in all, he thought the dancing and the ceremonies were enjoyable enough, and others seemed to be having a good time. He did notice Casey tucked away back in a corner of the room, unhappy and to himself, but kept to his word that he wouldn't bother him. Yes, things went nicely along... that is until the attack...
Kyle had wandered over to the main entrance area of the great hall, which unfortunately was a bad place to be. The thick wooden doors had been shut in an attempt to discourage the younger students from trying to sneak in. From outside, loud crashing noises could be heard which caused those nearby to look at the door with odd or interested expressions. The sound of a spell whizzing through the air could be heard even through the doors and wall; its power explained why. It hit Kyle before he even quite realized what had happened. The spell he had heard apparently hit the double wooded doors, causing an explosion that blasted it and a good portion of the wall into the great hall.
He was sent flying, tossed a good several feet across the room and covered with bits of rubble. He lied there, his mind mixed with confusion and chaos; everything seemed to be spinning in his head and he almost wanted to just be taken by the unconsciousness that had begun to set in. It was a loud, piercing scream that jolted him back to reality. He pushed himself up out of the ruins and winced, trying to see through the thick layer of dust floating about. What he finally saw made his heart sink...masked hooded figures and they began attacking everyone, including the children.
Kyle was dumbfounded. This wasn't real... it couldn't be. Voldemort was gone; this wasn't supposed to happen. That was another time, another world. He had moved on, tried to start anew, tried to start a life finally free from the death and havoc wreaked by Voldemort. Yet here were his followers, in a clearly organized attack. It was beyond comprehension. At the same time a wave of guilt struck him; hadn't this been what he assured others wouldn't happen? Now that he looked back, he was sure that he probably was trying to assure himself just as much as others. He wanted to forget, he wanted to pick up and move on; he couldn't ever try to believe that the haunting atrocities he still sometimes had nightmares about would ever return. He had deceived himself, and now the chilling past had returned.
He needed to act, needed to do something. But what? There was so much panic, so much chaos. This isn't the way Kyle liked things, on the spur of the moment. He was a thinker, and thusly liked to have everything planned out and mapped inside of his head. He would contemplate possibilities and at least prepare for the possibility of the unexpected. But now he was unprepared and for a second felt a wave of helplessness come over him. All that thinking, all the contemplation; it was worthless to him now. The wasn't time for thinking, it was the time for action, and if anything that was what frightened him. His neutrality and pensiveness were now working against him.
He shook off those feelings as quickly as he could though. In such a time of need, Kyle would just do what he knew he had to, and at the moment that was protecting the students. He would a formulate a plan as he went and as best as he could, but he would stick to the basics for now and act upon instinct. Thankfully he always carried his wand with him - a habit he had picked up from being in the Order. By now the dust was beginning to settle and spells whizzed by in every direction. Kyle noticed a small group of students, clumped together in fear against a wall by a death eater bearing down on them. Kyle ran to their aid, casting the first spell that came to his mind against their attacker. "Conglacio!" he yelled, and a jet of blue-white light shot forth from his wand. He was instantly frozen solid in a giant block of ice, but Kyle wasn't given any rest. As he reached the students, three other death eaters noticed and bore down upon them. They cackled with delight as Kyle stood between them and the students. This was just a sick game to them, and torturing these kids was only too enjoyable for them.
Kyle began ushering the students to a nearby door, not taking his eyes off the three death eaters. They seemed to think it was funny, and each cast a different spell that did who knows what. "Protego!" Kyle countered calmly but firmly. He was highly skilled in charms, and this spell was a charm after all. All three of their spells bounced straight back at them, wiping the sneers right off their faces as they were forced to dodge. Kyle used the moment to get all the students through the door and shut it tightly behind them. Unfortunately the death eaters were done playing now, and as he turned back to face them the Avada Kedavra curse whizzed by his head, scarring the door with deep black cinders. They meant business now, but Kyle was going to give them the time they needed to escape and now guarded the door.
They all stood poised for attack. His shielding charm might be enough to deflect perhaps one killing spell at the most if he concentrated enough. But he was up against three opponents. Backed up against the door he glanced from one to the others as they spread out so he couldn't attack them all at once. If he attacked one now, the others would attack him while he was distracted. He just stood poised, ready to face what seemed more and more inevitable. Just then though, a blast from off to the right caught one of them. He didn't see who caused it, but it distracted them enough that he could take out a second. His mind must have been limited, but he once again performed the freezing spell, but this time cast it upon the ground below one of the Death Eaters. He instantly slipped and fell to the floor, face first, with a sickening crack. He was apparently still conscious but each time he tried to rise he would slip once more, and continue crashing into the floor. Kyle still remained weary of him in case he would provide a threat later on but quickly turned back to the sole remaining assailant, his own wand raised.