Kai waited for a moment, wondering if the other boy would speak to him, greet him or growl at him to leave - he looked so grumpy, it wouldn’t have been a surprise. But he didn’t, he just turned back to look at the crowded station. The sigh was an unhappy one, and if Kai cared about anyone’s happiness but his own, he might have left then.
Instead, he took it as a sign the boy wouldn’t argue him being here, and sat in the seat closest to the door. They would be leaving soon, rushing away from London, from home, from boredom and loneliness, towards... towards Hogwarts. The ancient school, somewhere North, hidden away from the world. It was the scariest thing Kai had ever done.
His eyes, a deep shade of blue, were fixed on the disgruntled boy, his head tilted slightly and a smile of mingled giddiness and curiosity curving his lips. What could he tell about this person, just by looking? It was a game his mother made him play all the time, she said it was a good habit to keep, so he looked and looked, and saw... he was wearing muggle clothes. Wizarding children usually did, but these clothes had small amounts of wear to them, a dangling thread here, a lost button there. Not enough to suggest poverty, but just enough to make him think muggleborn - or squib-born. A wizarding family could cast a charm to neaten such small signs of damage away, and it was a simple one, too. A defensive posture, too, wanting to be left alone, annoyed to have company but not caring enough to say anything about it...
Was he scared, too?
Kai moved up a seat, wary but determined, leaning his head to a side, trying to catch the other boy’s eye. “Umm...” he murmured softly, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a small, pentagon box. An unopened chocolate frog. He held it out, toward the other, the purple and gold box on his palm, a peace offering.