Maynard smiled in return to Hart's grin, looking forward to when Hart would show him the spell properly. He couldn't help but notice the slight change in the other boy when he looked out the window, though he couldn't quite tell if it was because of the train or something else. It didn't really matter, though, it wasn't like he was going to bring it up.<br/><br/>He was caught by surprise by the next question, however, and his face reddened as he remembered what had happened. An older kid had managed to corner him and had been teasing him about the way he dressed and the way he acted. He had tried to fight back, but his small stature and lack of experience had made it impossible. But then the boy had said something that made something snap. He could still barely believe what had happened, but the next strike had sent the bully flying. The boy had hit the wall hard enough to leave a dent in it, and he ended up in hospital. He made a full recovery, but it was still awkward to talk about.<br/><br/>"I... Uh..." He shifted awkwardly in his seat, looking away from Hart. "I hit a guy so hard he went flying into the wall." He supposed he could have lied about it, but he didn't really want to. Maynard had never really had someone be so nice to him before, and so genuinely interested in him. He couldn't really bring himself to lie about it to him.