His eyebrows lifted high, all but vanishing under his dull hair. “Wow, really?” The question wasn’t horrified but amusement edged with excitement. “That’s better that what I did,” he said. He twisted his wand in his hand nervously, tilting his head to a side. “I, um.” His tone was shy but his mouth was curved into a wicked smile. “... appeared in the middle of someone’s birthday party. A muggle’s.” It had been after a week of being alone. His mother had said she’d only be gone two days. He’d gotten so lonely that he’d shut his eyes and wished... only to open them surrounded by dozens of other children, all laughing and playing.<br/><br/>Hart hadn’t had fun, though, he had been terrified and had an awful time trying to find his way home again.<br/><br/>But he smiled and lifted his narrow shoulders in a wry shrug. “I really really wanted some cake,” he lied, flashing a grin.