“Ummm,” Hart said at the question about magic. Was it a trap? “Some,” he finally admitted, because knowing magic wasn’t<em>wrong</em>, he’d seen his mother casting spells, had watched her closely. She didn’t teach him her spells, didn’t let him touch her wand, but sometimes she would move her hand slower, say the words out loud instead of in her head, so he could pick up what she was doing. It gave him a giddy thrill, and she knew how he loved it.<br/><br/>He drummed his fingers on the seat, plush red velvet under his fingertips, then stood, making a decision. Kai went to his trunk and took from ip a sheet of parchment, bringing it back to Maynard and sitting again. He folded the parchment with care, doing his best to line it up properly, but it was then that the train started moving, a sudden jerk at first that almost toppled Hart onto the floor. “Shit!” he squeaked, hair flopping into his eyes. He looked at Maynard, blue eyes wide, not sure it was meant to do that - but the people out side were waving frantically, not worried or afraid, and the train was moving, slowly gathering speed.<br/><br/>He looked out at the platform for a silent moment, a bitter taste in his mouth and a desperate ache behind his eyes. Stupid, he berated himself, blinking hard and looking at the parchment again. It was slightly crumpled, but he carried on, folding until he held a paper plane with slightly lopsided wings and a crooked nose.<br/><br/>“Multus Locomotor,” he said, twitching his wand at the plane. It gave a shiver and flopped over.<br/><br/>Kai frowned. “s’ment to fly,” he grumbled. He narrowed his eyes at his wand, lifted it to eye height and said, “Lumos.” The end lit with a soft light, so it did work. He’d worried it was a dud. "Nox." The wandlight died. Still frowning, he poked the paper again, “Multus Locomotor.” It didn’t move.<br/><br/>“I’m probably not getting into Ravenclaw, either,” he said, annoyed at his own failure but knowing it was amusing all the same.