Maynard had, as a ‘muggle,’ been completely unprepared to receive a letter from a school named Hogwarts. A magical school, the letter had claimed, and had listed all sorts of odd magical things he would need to bring with him. He had shown the letter to his father, who had of course initially believed it to be a hoax. The letters had been persistent, however, and eventually they had discovered the truth. Magic was real, and all the odd, unexplainable occurrences that had happened in Maynard’s life suddenly had a cause.<br/><br/>The next few months had been a blur of excitement and discovery for the young boy, but the most shocking thing, something he was still trying to recover from, was their ability to give him the body he had always wanted. He had been born a girl, but had known for some time that he was a boy. His father had been accepting of this, something he would always be grateful for, and had been just as surprised as his child to find out it was not as big of a deal in the wizarding world as it was among the ‘Muggles.’<br/><br/>Maynard had cried almost the whole day after his body was changed, and he was still getting used to it. It had practically wiped the discovery of magic from his mind, but now, standing on platform Nine and Three Quarters, it was starting to sink in. Many of the families there were obviously wizarding families, though he could spot the odd normal family (muggle family, he supposed) standing around, the kids looking as nervous as he felt, and the parents looking as confused as he was sure his father was. The thought that he was going to have to say good-bye to his father for the entire school year caused an unpleasant tug in his chest, but he pushed it back, keeping his face as impassive as he could manage. He turned to his father, hugging him tightly. Their good-byes were short, but heartfelt, and Maynard turned to his luggage, dragging it up to the train before he could have a change of heart.<br/><br/>He found himself an empty cabin near the back of the train, setting up and then defending his territory with what his father would call a trademark glare. He wasn’t trying to be mean, it was just the way he was. Besides, he was nervous beyond belief. Going to a new school where he knew no-one was one thing, but he wasn’t even sure he knew the rules of the world anymore. He was sure he’d make friends sooner or later, but for now he was just trying to deal with all the things that had been thrown at him in the last few months. At least no one would call him a girl, here.