Maynard was torn as the boy made his way into the cabin. A large part of him, of course, wanted to be alone for now, but another part of him was curious. He couldn't tell if the boy was like him or someone raised around magic, though the fact that he wasn't even looking at him certainly didn't help. It didn't stop him from noticing out of the corner of his eye that the boy was still watching him, however. The scrutiny made him nervous, it always had, but he tried to reassure himself. There was no way this boy would be able to tell that he had been born a girl, right? The body he was in now was completely, 100% male. But still, it was hard to break the fear. When people had found out before they had mocked him. Of course, he stood up for himself, but it was still unpleasant, and he was terrified that somehow his secret would get out. Then this new school, in which nobody knew, would suddenly turn into the others. Magical school or not, he was sure that these kids could be just as bad as the 'muggles.'<br/><br/>He tensed further as the boy started moving closer, keeping his eyes firmly locked on the window, doing his best to ignore the fact that the boy was obviously trying to get his attention. When he spoke, however, Maynard gave up. He restrained the urge to give another side, letting his eyes flick over to the boy's face. When he looked down at the boy's outstretched hand, he couldn't help but look a little surprised. He'd been willfully ignoring the boy this whole time but he was still offering him something? Maynard felt a hint of heat in his cheeks as he reached out to take it, muttering an awkward 'thanks.' He stared at it for a few moments, ultimately deducing that it was chocolate. He shifted somewhat awkwardly, opening the package, expecting in his limited muggle knowledge for it to simply be a normal chocolate frog. He was wrong.<br/><br/>"Ah!" The frog leaped out of the package, which Maynard promptly dropped in surprise. His eyes widened as the frog began to jump around the cabin, and after a few moments he managed to regain his wits enough to get up and try to catch it. It took a few attempts, but eventually he was holding the squirming frog in his hands, staring down at it incredulously. He looked up at the boy questioningly, a little too confused to put anything into words. There was still a faint blush on his cheeks, and he was just glad this hadn't happened in front of a whole bunch of people. He supposed he'd have to get used to this sort of thing.