Bernadette had handed over her wand, numb already, and feeling half-certain that Rosier and co. would know she kept it in her boot or sock or slipper at all times. A foolhardy location, to be sure, but also the only option she had because she couldn't afford a wrist holster.... yet.

She sighed heavily and stared out the window, one of the few kids NOT hanging out at the old professor's side. She was focusing on this view, so to speak. BUT THE WORST PART ABOUT THIS WINDOWPANE was not that they had a window; it was that the window... gave her pain. Even though it just offered her a glimpse of.... ??? of what??? Bernie couldn't tell what she was looking at, but she was going to continue looking at it. Whatever it was. It was pitch black and murky, maybe like a window to her soul. Who knew. Who could say. Either way, it sucked and the view somehow made this all worse.

Bernie hugged her arms to herself and sniffled a little at the depressing state of this all.

Minjae needed to get away from the group in the main room but he also did not want to be alone in one of the other rooms with the guards on standby. It had therefore been a small blessing that he had noticed Bernadette walk in the other room. The Hufflepuff had followed her silently with his hands in his pockets. It hurt knowing that his wand was not inside of it. But at least Rosier had not snapped their wands in two, he'd rather have his wand out of reach than having no wand at all.

He watched the Gryffindor as she attempted to look out of the window. He didn't need to see out of it to know that nothing was there. This place looked like it had long been forgotten about and he doubted that the 'Headmaster' would have charmed a place like this to have a nice view. Clearing his throat to announce his presence, Minjae walked over to the center of the room but did not say anything yet. He didn't know what to say.

Bernie couldn't keep her bright eyes on the lakewater (is THAT what it was??????) forever. She couldn't! She trained her gaze on the source of the sound beside her window.... and discovered that it was Minjae. Her older Hufflepuff... friend? Were they friends now?

"Wish we had a jukebox in here now, huh?" She tried, and failed, to smile at him, but at least she broke the silence. Sometimes there was nothing worse than being alone in a dark and dreary room with nothing but your own thoughts and feelings for comfort.

The jukebox. Minjae would have let out a laugh had it not been for their current situation. It felt surreal thinking about that jukebox, as if it was from a lifetime ago. Ironically , he had been the one to blast the device to smithereens during the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class. An action he was still feeling guilty about but it was either the jukebox or getting tortured. Or worse, his friends getting mistreated. And to choose between technology and a human being, the choice was not that hard.

"Right..." he answered after a short moment of silence as he did his best to compose himself. The last thing he wanted was to have a nervous break down in front of someone. "Don't think they will like it though" did Rosier's fanclub even know what fun was? Their definition of fun was probably something dark. Like their predicament right now. "This sucks" he said, running a hand over his face. He had not even done anything. Well, he had but he didn't think it would get him this kind of treatment. "What can you see through that window?"

No doubt THEY would not, but that probably went without saying, so Bernie... well, she did not say anything. She just kind of slumped back against the wall, the feeling of defeat well-written across her face too. She could tell Minjae felt the same way.

"It does suck," Bernie agreed softly. Her eyes ran toward the window and then back to him, shrugging slightly so her thin shoulders pushed her off the wall and then she slumped back into it. "You can't see anything, really. It's a black pit. A bunch of black... lakewater, I'd reckon."

And it sucked. It sucked so much. It sucked that they wouldn't even be getting sunlight in here. Ever. EVER.

There was something comforting in staring at the black void in the window. No, that wasn't sarcasm. Though muddled, Curtis could barely see his own hair lying flat, his skin pale, with only his blue eyes still maintaining the piercing gaze reflecting back at him. I don't belong here.. He thought.

The time spent here since his banishment only served a reminder of his history. Since witnessing the muggle's death, the moment replayed in his head only replaced by his Papa's side of the family. Dad would be okay, Papa too... if they left... He wiped his eyes at the familiar burn that could pass off as him fighting sleep. He wanted out of here, but what was even safe out there?

Don't.... they will like it....... What can you see......

It does...... You can't...... A bunch of.......I'd reckon.

Though Minjae and Bernie were clearly having a private conversation, Curtis' ears picked up words every now and then. Were they trashing talking and talking about escaping? It made his mouth briefly curve in a rare smirk.

"You think we'd drown if that window somehow busted open?" It was just a question, not a suggestion. Totally not a suggestion. Considering what they were capable of at the moment.