Kai tilted his head, brows raising at the name.<em>Weasley</em>. An old house. Purebloods... mostly. His mother always use to roll her eyes a little at any mention of the magical elite. He wondered if he should bother trying to be friends with them, but then decided it couldn't do him harm. He grasped their names in his mind, determined to remember them. "Azelia," he repeated softly. "Shavain." They were good names, he thought. Smooth and sharp, like razor blades against his tongue, slicing free of the tangles that clotted his throat.<br/><br/>He twisted his hands together, feeling an uncertainty he'd not felt a moment before, when it was only he and Maynard. He flicked his gaze to the smaller boy, bit his lip and looked back to the newcomers. "Um," he tried. "W-w. Um. We were j-just talking about the school. M... my mother wouldn't tell me about it, beyond Houses, and he," Kai tipped his head in Maynard's direction, his plain hair flopping into his eyes. "um. He's muggleborn. So. Uh. Is it... how is it?" His voice had rasped and stumbled, but he forced himself to do it.<br/><br/>