The small boy gave an internal sigh of relief at Hart's reaction, glad that he didn't seem to look down on him, or fear him. He knew his temper could get the best of him sometimes, but he didn't want Hart to be scared off by it. And even his embarrassment was relieved as the brown haired boy started recounting his own embarrassing tale of how he had appeared in the middle of a muggle's birthday party. Maynard did his best to keep himself from smiling, but he could tell that, despite his best efforts, the corners of his mouth were lifting. If he'd known more about how 'accidental' magic worked, he might have put the clues together, but as it was, he just assumed that odd magic was a normal thing for young wizards, even those born to magical families.<br/><br/>The mental image of a bunch of kids reacting to the mousy haired boy appearing in his midst was an amusing one, but he did his best to hide it, not wanting the boy to be any more embarrassed by the story than he was. It was a relief, though, to know that those sorts of accidents weren't uncommon, that it wasn't just him. It had certainly been difficult to explain. He might have been a 'tomboy,' but he had still had the body of a rather small girl at the time, and the boy bullying him had been significantly larger.<br/><br/>Only his father had even said he believed him, and Maynard wondered if he truly had, or if he'd just been saying so to help calm him down, at least until the letter came. But Maynard had known it was he who had done it, and he'd worked hard to make sure nothing like it happened again. Of course, small things had still happened, when he was excited or upset, but nothing that blatant, and nothing that had gotten anyone hurt.<br/><br/>He was pulled out of his thoughts when there was a knock on the compartment door. He turned to look just in time to see it open, a bright red head poking through the gap. He looked around for a moment, before bursting into a bright smile. "Azi, there's room in here!" A moment later, another head, female but just as red as the first, poked in. She frowned down at who Maynard assumed was her brother, twins by the look of them, then gave the original occupants of the room an apologetic smile. "Sorry about him. Do you mind if we come in?"<br/><br/>Maynard shifted a little, looking over to Hart, not sure what to do or say. He had been enjoying his time with Hart, but he didn't want to be rude and turn them away.