Ignoring Claudine for the moment, Minjae turned his head to the left from his seated position in the puddle of mud and noticed the second year Slytherin getting closer. Instinctively, Minjae grabbed some of the mud behind him with his hand but as long as William did not use magic on him he would not throw it in his face.

Was he giving up? He knew that he had meant the activity but Minjae was thinking further. Was he giving up? He remembered telling Ashley that he would fight against the injustice as long as he breathed but that was before the field trip, before the public torture of Professor Williamson, before he had witnessed Rosier killing an innocent muggle without remorse just because Kale had spoken against the man, before he and his friends had been send to the deepest pit of the castle purely because of their blood status. Now though... like this activity, resisting seemed futile and it would only result in pain for either the "muggle" or the "wizard".

Minjae shrugged his shoulders at the Slytherin's question, not agreeing neither disagreeing and as he felt the net falling over his head he gave him a 'really?' look. His hands reached for the net as he tried to pull it off of him. "Don't bother, i'll walk to the closed off fence myself" he said, throwing the net aside and got up from the muddy water when it happened. He had not even straightened himself when the water suddenly froze over and the Hufflepuff lost his balance yet again.

This time, he fell hard on the slippery ice, getting the wind knocked out of him and he cursed. "This is stupid . I'm done" with the activity or everything else , who knows.