Maynard's blush grew brighter as he saw the other boy grinning, even more glad that this had only happened in front of<em>one</em>person. He wondered how other muggleborns would fare, being introduced to all this weird stuff. At least the boy didn't seem to be mocking him. He watched in silence as the boy reached out and snapped off one of the frog's legs. It didn't seem like it was in pain, which was good, he wasn't sure he could eat it if it had, and he saw that it was indeed brown all the way through. A small frown returned to his features as the boy ate the leg, but it was a frown of thought more than one of annoyance, or anything like that.<br/><br/>He tentatively raised the frog to his lips as the boy - Hart - told him his name. The movement was beyond strange, but the chocolate tasted good, and, thankfully, just like normal chocolate. He ate the frog, then eyed the boy silently for a few moments. "...Maynard." He spoke softly, awkwardly shifting his eyes away again. He'd never really gotten used to talking to people, the only person he spoke to was his father. If only he knew just how much he had in common with the boy beside him.<br/><br/>After a few moments, he turned his attention back to Hart, resigning himself to at least<em>trying</em>to make conversation with the boy. "So... You're not a mu..." He frowned, the flush returning a little. All these words were hard to remember. "You knew about all this magic and stuff?" He huffed a little, frustrated that he'd lost the word, sure that he'd even thought about it only a few minutes ago. Conversation was hard.