Relieved Macnair hadn’t seemed too irritated at being interrupted, Basil nodded. He was endlessly curious about what the other could possibly be working on, but as it really was none of his business, the Ravenclaw decided to simply move through the room and meander towards Thompson’s desk. He replaced the tomb in a particularly organized spot - weird for his mentor, really - and then turned back towards his little stack by the door. “Thanks,” he mumbled, turning back towards Macnair.
Basil reached up to scratch at the back of his head awkwardly. He didn’t know… what was still keeping him here, but something certainly seemed to be. Perhaps it was curiosity, or maybe even breeding that taught him not to be so curt and dismissive of people without necessity. Whatever the matter, Basil found himself tucking his books back into his arms and standing rather still. He supposed if he was going to initiate contact, he ought to do it in a way that allowed him an expedient exit lest things go terribly awry. He scuffed one foot into the ground.
“So um, how have you been?” Basil finally asked, rather arbitrarily. Well that had been a stupid question.