Potions. One of his favorite classes next to Defense Against the Dark Arts....when Headmaster Trent had taught the subject. Minjae approached the dimly lit classroom with a scowl on his face. No matter how many times he had gone through it, he still was not used to Rosier's guards escorting them from place to place. This was not a school anymore, it had become a prison for the muggleborns and some trouble makers

"Professor" he greeted, his gaze towards the floor and his hands in his pockets as he passed the woman . At first the Hufflepuff did not even realize that a projector was projecting clips on a loop on the walls until he looked up. He recognized the Star Wars one but the others were a complete mystery to him. Not that he cared. He stopped caring about a lot of things lately. Also why were Bernadette and Nemesis just standing there and nearly clogging up the doorway? "move it" he said as he send both of them an annoyed look before he pushed himself in between the two to get to his table.