Maynard remained silent as Hart told him he was sure he’d not end up in Gryffindor, his brows knitting into a small frown. He didn’t really disagree, of course, the boy did seem to be quite timid, after all. He wasn’t even sure what about it was making him frown. Perhaps he’d already come to like this other boy enough not to want him to put himself down. It was a somewhat disturbing thought. Hart didn’t seem to be too bothered by his assertion that he wasn’t brave, though…<br/>He listened with interest as Hart gave him a summary of the houses, brow knitting further as he caught the slight hesitation on the last word. It seemed as if he had been about to say something else. For a moment, he considered asking, but he decided to drop it. If the shy boy in front of him didn’t want to bring it up, that was fine. He could gather enough from the context that it probably wasn’t good. No doubt, if it was as common knowledge as the information on the other houses, he would hear it soon enough. He still wasn’t sure which house he would end up in. His dad probably would’ve been able to decide.<br/>The final call for passengers came, and he watched as Hart seemed to curl in on himself. The boy admitted to it being his first time on a train, and Maynard opened his mouth, hoping to reassure the boy. He closed his mouth without speaking, however, realizing that saying it was ‘like a car but on tracks,’ might not mean anything to the boy. It seemed odd, but if the boy had never been on a train, maybe the he knew as little about the muggle world as Maynard did about the magical one. Besides, after the moving frog and pictures, could he really be sure that this train wouldn’t do something just as unexpected? With that in mind, he figured that the best way to help Hart’s – and admittedly his own – was to keep talking. “…Do you know how to do any magic, yet?”