Tucking her wand away and returning to her easel on the other side of the room, Mabel held up both hands to form a box with her fingers, closing one eye to squint through and adjust the framing of her composition until she was satisfied.
Selecting a well-used paintbrush, making a mental note that she needed to buy a new set soon, Mabel dipped it in the jar of thinner before picking up some yellow paint. Using the pale colour, she drew out rough placement outlines that could easily be painted over once she started filling things in. Working quickly, Mabel kept a unnervingly steady gaze on Ignatius as she painted his likeness upon the canvas.
It was more a study piece to practice anatomy than something she wanted to spend too much time on, especially not knowing how long Ignatius would be a willing participant. Natural lighting was quick to shift as the position of the sun changed, and she marked out the positions of the shadows even though she wanted to paint the darker parts last.