The wall in front of him suddenly seemed to look like a good place to hit his head. Only that wouldn't help in the slightest. He didn't feel like dealing with this right now. If he were anyone else, he might have just left. Of course, Ignatius knew no prefect worth his salt just left because he was frustrated. It hadn't even been that long.
Letting out a sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I wasn't trying to suggest that you were a damsel, Mendel." And he was really trying not to twitch about the 'Other Prewett' thing. He was perfectly adept at reminding himself that he was "the spare" without help. "Have tried to make you what, precisely?"
He started to pull the posters of the wall, silently summoning them to him for the most part with an annoyed expression. "I meant it about the detention. I'm not being unreasonable. Just return to your commons, Mendel."