Maxim nodded when the girl in the compartment said that he could join in. 'I hope you don't mind,' he turned to the other one and grinned. 'I'm quite the gentleman you see. So, if you want me to scamper off, just say so. I'll either butt my way in another compartment or spend my journey to Hogwarts in the hallway. It might be a bit bumpy, but hey, it'll be an adventure,' the boy nodded and moved gently around the standing girl to the side where the seats weren't yet taken.
'Please, yes, I think I'm a little too short to push my trunk all the way to the top,' Maxim said gratefully. He gently put the basket on the seat next to him and moved to his trunk. He yelped when he stubbed his toe. 'Dang it!' Maxim jumped and jiggled his hurt foot. 'That's like, fifth time today!' 11-year-old moaned and pouted. At the mention of the girl's name he faced her, his eyes lightening up. 'Maxim Trevelyan, at your service misses,' he bowed. 'You can call me Max, Maxi, Maxim, Trevelyan, I answer to all. I just hope there won't be another Max in the year, might get a little awkward. Or Trevelyan! I mean, what are the chances?' he said to himself, as usual unaware that he rambled. People who were used to him mostly ignored half the stuff he said.
'Oh yes, I thought I'll be the only Muggleborn around,' Maxim said relieved. He knew that was a slim chance, but the small pang of fear was there for a moment or so. 'I don't know any wizards myself, known or unknown, though my math teacher looked like a hag, so perhaps she's one? Mean too,' Maxim murmured, making his dislike of math, and the person teaching it, obvious. 'I really hope that there isn't any math at Hogwarts.' He waited for the still unnamed girl to answer some questions and he thought that it was a perfect time to again try and move his trunk to the middle of the compartment.
Suddenly, very annoyed meowing reached his ears. 'Don't be such a sourpuss,' Maxim said to the basket and uncovered it. 'You were sleeping until now.' As soon as the basket was uncovered, a grey colored maine coon jumped from the basket onto the trunk. 'Get down from there, I don't want to lift your fat behind too. The trunk is heavy enough,' Maxim glared at his cat. It sniffed as if hurt and jumped onto the seat next to Caroline. 'That's Stitch, by the way,' he waved at the cat whose tail swished around slowly.
'Houses, houses, houses,' Maxim continued as he sat back down. 'We read about them with my parents. My mummy likes Ravenclaw the most, smart as she is. Tad is partial to Gryffindor, the house of the brave, but the only thing I know is that Slytherin is definitely not me,' he plowed forward, and ran a hand through his hair. 'I'm just not sneaky enough. My parents always knew when I did something I shouldn't have done,' he narrowed his eyes. Maxim got thirsty, so he opened his trunk and took out a bottle of water. He had some difficulty opening it, but soon he took a long drink, which made him temporarily quiet.
((OOC: As you can see, Maxim is kind of a motor mouth
Feel free to ignore him or tell him to slow down. He'll try to listen.))