Minjae knew those Hoods would punish Phoebe the moment he had seen her behavior toward them and his thoughts came true when he watched her get hit with a curse. Although he was too far away to truly see what had happened, he didn't think he wanted to know either. Just stay quiet. Don't defy them and he'd survive.

Survival. That was his main priority.

Walking over to the first crate, the Hufflepuff picked out his protective suit, grabbed a yellow pair of sunglasses cause it would match the yellow stripe on his robe and last chose a broken piece of mirror, careful not to cut his hand.

After suiting up, the seventh year walked over to where the weasels were leashed and kneeled down in front of one. "Hey little fella" the seventeen year old said softly as he held out his hand for the weasel to sniff at. "Wanna come with me?" he asked and smiled a little when the animal walked over his lap. Guess that was a yes.