Shaela laughed and nodded, appreciating Ginny's willingness to let the matter drop. She wasn't ready to tell anyone about him, in large part because if she admitted it to anyone else, she'd admit how much she'd relied on his presence the previous morning, how much it hurt, and she really didn't want to think about what that could mean. So she tried to brush it off; it was fantasy, nothing more. It could never be more.
"I won't. As you said, sometimes, we have to protect each other's secrets. Right? He's your hope, and I wouldn't take that from you." She winked at Ginny, "But from me to you, I'm very happy for you."
She looked around the room, seeing all the servants in clumps. So few of them rebelled badly, even fewer had done anything to warrant being locked away for days. But here they all were, suffering because a servant chose to blow up the headmistress. He hadn't succeeded. Shaela wondered what would have happened to them had he succeeded then decided she really didn't want to know.
She thought about just letting silence take over, but she was worried about Ginny thinking too much of her brother if the distractions ended. Shifting slightly, she chuckled, "You know, if they've got us locked up like this, I can't imagine they'd let the students run free, and you know how edgy they get. I'd almost feel bad for the people watching them." It was simply logical. If all the servants were locked up, they'd have to lock all the students up, because it would be important for body count, for security. The servants were used to it. The students, well, what she wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall in there.