As he felt a yawn coming up , Minjae put his hand in front of his mouth to hide it and rubbed away the tears in the corner of his eyes after yawning. He could really do with a sleeping potion, one that wouldn't give him any nightmares but the reason why he hadn't seen the Healer or the Potions Professor was because he was afraid that they would get in trouble for trying to help a Muggleborn. Not to mention that he didn't want to add on their work on top of everything else. The best solution was to make it himself , which he was perfectly capable of but he didn't trust his attention span at the moment.

So sleepless nights it was.

Upon hearing the first question, Minjae wondered why it mattered who Albus "way too many middle names" Dumbledore was. Because it did not. Still, by now he knew from first hand experience what would happen if he defied. Even if The Hoods weren't visibly present at the moment he always had a feeling that they were always monitoring. "He uh..." another yawn escaped him. "Sorry, He was old. Around 150 " Of course he knew more but he was too tired to think right now.