Minjae's mood lately was reflected in the weather today. Dark and gloomy. His only source of light was that it was Friday right now which meant that it would be weekend soon. Two whole days of not having to hear how awful his bloodline was. He couldn't wait.

For now though, the Hufflepuff entered the area where class was being held with his hands in his robe pockets. He secretly hoped that they could all have the same activity for once but his hopes had been crushed yet again when he heard that the muggleborns were supposed to stand near a pile of mud and pitchforks. Oh he got the symbolism all right... "Professor" he greeted, it was the only thing he could say because he was afraid he would lash out again. The seventh year clenched his jaw, looking annoyed but without a word he walked over to the pile of mud and waited for his fellow muggleborns.