After Professor Williamson got tortured and some of the students gotten beaten up by the Alliance in the courtyard, Minjae felt numb. He simply stared ahead of him as he was being taken away to who knows where. There had been no crying, no struggling and no attempts of escaping as he walked further down in to the dungeons. A dazzling place he never knew about not even from roaming the castle out of boredom when his favorite room had gotten destroyed.

Upon reaching their destination and being instructed to give up their wands, it was the first time that Minjae had shown a reaction. He hestitated, even when he had his wand in his hand. It had been with him day and night for seven years now. He understood that he got his wand back for classes but that wasn't the same. But realistically, what could he do? His eyes fixed on his wand, not daring to look Rosier in the eyes , he complied and placed his wand in his hand as a brief thought of 'coward' crossed his mind.

The place was like a prison. Constant surveillance, monitored trips. He dragged his feet over to the rest of the students around Professor Williamson on the ground before he moved away and sat somewhere near the corner. He needed to be alone for a moment, no one talk to him.