Kai looked at the other boy from under his fringe, a coy smirk twisting his mouth. Of course he was frustrated the spell hadn’t worked, it would have been cool to<em>do magic</em>- more than just simple-as-breathing ones like lumos - but having this stranger shake his head when Hart disparaged himself, no matter how lightheartedly, felt almost as good. His mother had told him<em>failure only happens when you stop trying - or when you get caught</em>.<br/><br/>Hart gave Maynard a grin. “I’ll practice and show you when I get it right. It’s my favourite spell!” He wondered what class would teach it. His gaze flicked over to the window, at the blur of scenery passing the window. Looking at it and feeling the motion of the train didn’t agree with him at all.<br/><br/>He bit his lip, dragging his gaze away and asked, “Musta done some magic, for a Hogwarts letter. What’d you do?”