Maynard felt a little thrill as Hart moved towards his trunk, excited by the idea of seeing more magic. Of course, he had already seen some, had it performed on him, in fact, but it was hardly the sort of thing you got used to quickly. He almost expected something to happen even as the boy was folding the paper, and the anticipation led to the sudden movement of the train to catch him off guard. Thankfully, he avoided making any noise, but he found himself grabbing the seat in surprise. The sound of Hart’s squeaked profanity brought another small smile to his lips, but it faltered when he looked back up at the boy. It was only for a moment, but he could tell the boy was upset, as hard as he was trying to hide it. But he wasn’t going to make a big deal of it. He was sad to be leaving his father behind, too.<br/><br/>Instead, he directed his gaze back down to the paper plane, Hart was making. His breath caught for a moment as the plane twitched. He could tell it wasn’t what Hart had been trying to do, but he was still amazed. Then Hart spoke another word, and the tip of his wand lit up, like a torch. The other boy didn’t seem to be nearly as impressed by this feat as he was, as after a few moments he was trying the other spell again. This time, it didn’t even move, but Maynard was still amazed.  He smiled again when Hart said he wouldn’t be in Ravenclaw, either, shaking his head once, firmly. “You’re just learning. That’s why we’re going to school, right?”<br/><br/>Maynard wasn’t only amazed by the magic, he was stunned by how much easier it was to talk to this boy than he’d thought it would be. He was even smiling. Was it because of his new body? Or was it just something about Hart? Maybe it was a mix of both. Either way, it seemed that he was finally making a friend.