Seeing the dower boy struggle with a smile made Kai feel better. To make such a grumpy person smile - or almost smile - was a victory. He could do this. He relaxed viably, tension in his narrow shoulders easing but not fading utterly. He was about to say something, but then the door rattled open. He blinked at the two as they edged in, past his trunk where it was, still sitting where he'd left it, the lid open and he felt a hard, piercing jab of panic.<em>What if they took his things</em>.<br/><br/>They wouldn't. You didn't steal when people were watching. That was just common sense. So he smiled at the two, though he watched them closely. "Hello," he tried to say, but his voice died to nothing and the word snagged and tangled in his throat, so the sound was a simple "H-" He nodded though at the question, moving to his original seat and tossing the empty wand box back into the trunk before kicking it closed and shoving it to a side. The locks had snapped into place the moment the lid had come down, a sweet little charm his mother had placed that would repel most opening-spells. Nothing too heavy or violently defensive, as what he had wasn't worth it. His wand he slipped into his pocket. "Um," he said, his voice as hesitant and soft as it had been when he'd first started talking to Maynard. "I'm Hart. 'S Maynard," he murmured, nodding towards the other boy. "Y'firsties too?" He looked between both of the red-heads, gaze sliding up to their hair before he could stop himself and then to the dull brown flick of his own hair that had flopped, once more, over his eyes. He felt a twist of yearning in him that he wasn't sure about, and tried to focus more on the newcomers.<br/><br/>