Noah hadn’t expected Minjae to rush over him or react that strongly. He was grateful to his friend and if he wasn’t too frustrated- he would have thanked him for looking out for him immediately. He peeled his eyes away from the students crowded around WWW to look at his hand and then at his mate. Noah chuckled, offering Minjae a weak smile. “I’m a Gryffindor - that’s what we do...” he explained, trying his best to smile before sighing as he looked at his hand. He was grateful for his friend. His heart was racing so fast that he hadn’t registered the pain when he had struck it. He rubbed his right hand with his left, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “It’s fine.... I did it because I’m frustrated.” It felt like nothing they did was good enough to save anyone. “Aboli’s out...” He ran the hand through his hair and sighed. Not much to do about it now....

Before he could say anything else, Kale was speaking up addressing the “older kids” which Noah assumed to be everyone over their fifth year. It was a sensible idea to keep warm. He was in line with it but raised an eyebrow at Minjae’s reaction. He, too, didn’t like being referred to as an older kid - he had a name thank you very much, spoiled Trent. He did acknowledge that it was a good suggestion. “I thiiiiink that’s a good suggestion, mate. It’s a good one to keep warm....” said Noah and then nodded when he overheard another students (Pheobe’s) suggestion. He looked back between Minjae and Kale. “But let’s.... not fight.... If we fight, we get nowhere. That’s what they want... for us to fight and to give up hope.” His eyes widened suddenly at a realization in his head. Unless..... they wanted them to give up hope and just submit..... But could they fake submission to them? No, no, no... that was just silly.

He paused, finding himself having trouble with what word was the correct one to use. He suddenly got distracted by whispers from first years of being doomed and whatnot. And then WWW must have woke up because all he heard was because who cares anymore? Noah suddenly felt a flash of anger rise within him as he sharply turned back to WWW. How could the man say that in front of everyone?? Wasn’t he a leader and shouldn’t leaders not be afraid in the face of danger? He was about to call out the Professor but paused.... It wasn’t worth the escalation.... “I’m glad you’re awake, Prof. Go ... sleep....” he spoke before quickly adding a little louder. “Well.... He’s clearly *ahem* a little ..... delirious.”

“So make-shift set up? Do you think we can do some cleaning in here too?” he said.