She was rather surprised when his hand grasped weakly at her wrist. When he mentioned Hogwarts she gapped at him, hand stilling in something akin to surprise. "Terence..." she said quietly, licking her lips nervously, eyes shooting back to his. No this had to be the fever, it had to be, even if he was looking at her so seriously. "Africa, darlin, you'll feel better if you just lie down..." Ginger said quietly, not surprised that he slipped so easily to the matress.
Once there, she turned to grab the glass of water for him, but his hand was gropping for hers, and she reached out slightly to take it, letting the fingers thread together. However, his words.... she felt the blood rush from her, as she gasped quietly. There was no way....
Swallowing, Ginger ran a thumb over his clammy hands, "if you really mean it you can ask again in the morning love..." she said, biting her lip nervously.