Ignatius blushed despite himself when Professor Sleptov told them all that they had to feel their memory. Clearing his throat a little though he didn't know why he was doing it. He tried to focus on how he felt whenever the redheaded Ravenclaw was near him. The lilt of her laugh, the lift of her lips when she smiled, the glint in her eyes when she was speaking passionately about things that mattered to her... "Expecto patronum."
