Minjae had moved his position from leaning his chin on the table to crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat. He shook his head no at Claudine’s suggestion to grab a cup of hot cocoa as well and instead greeted Fiona and Mamie as they took a seat near him as well.

While he waited for the Professor to start the lesson, the Hufflepuff watched with mild interest as the drama unfolded itself in front of him. He might have thought it was a brilliant scene seeing Atlas spitting his cocoa out in Bernie’s face. He wondered what the older Gryffindor had said to not only get the younger Gryffindor to spit out his cocoa but also for Quinn to fall in a fit of cocoa spilling laughter.

Had things been different at Hogwarts and he hadn’t been tired both mentally and physically he might have laughed along but… He looked at Claudine instead for a second and rolled his eyes. Drama Llamas for sure.

Since he hadn’t drank the cocoa he was not nicely warmed up. But he had an idea. He took out his wand from and with a complicated wave he non-verbally casted the hot air charm to warm himself up.

Floral Symbolism. This was something his mother was in to. Every time she received a bouquet of flowers from a client in her prosecution office she would check the flowers to see if they were thankful or not. Minjae had never understood this because a lot more people picked out flowers to give because they were pretty and not because they had a “meaning” ”The color of the flower is probably more important than the flower itself. Because they say it conveys the emotions of the one giving the flowers. For example a red rose means “love” but a crimson red rose means “mourning.” he said after raising his hand in the air. Seemed like he had picked something up for a change.