you were ignoring Gilbert at the time, writing in your slate, when you felt him throw a piece of chalk onto your desk. you ignored him he then threw another piece of chalk. you took a deep breath as you ignored him again. he got up, walked over to you, placing an apple on your desk, crouching down beside you. *when you proceed to ignore him he tugged on one of your ginger braids. ‘Carrots!’ you shot up from your seat, hitting him across the face with your slate.