Ignatius, luckily enough, was good enough at sitting still that he could keep doing it. He felt like he would know everything on this page at the end of it. It could only really help him at this point, though. Herbology was the class he was least skilled with. He would talk to someone about this sooner or later. Perhaps the teacher himself.
He was very lost in his thoughts and the page of this Herbology book. He was barely paying attention to the world outside any of them but to remind himself to sit still. It wasn't too much longer before he came out of his own thoughts, forcing himself not to look up at Mabel. It wouldn't be very good if he looked up and ruined her painting.
He had to wonder why the castle had to be so cold. He focused quietly for a moment on anything but the cold that seemed to be more present now that he'd been sitting still for a while. Not that he said anything. He didn't want to ruin anything.