Maybe she ought to thank Ignatius or at least tell him that she was finished and he could put his clothes back on, but he always seemed a smart enough boy and as she packed up her things to go, she assumed he'd figure that much out. She never liked to explain things that were unnecessary, and his questioning was vague enough to ignore that she felt no need to elaborate on her comment.
Giving the painting a final glance over before stepping away, Mabel quietly approached where he'd been sitting. Taking back the Herbology book from the table, she briefly examined the page he'd been repeatedly reading before shutting it and slipping the text into her already full bag. Always toting so much around was beginning to make her shoulder ache, but Mabel was stubborn and shifted the bag to her other arm for temporary relief. "Uh," she mouthed, staring at Ignatius awkwardly before reaching out to pat him on the head. Once didn't seem enough, so she gave him a second pat before pulling her hand away.