Ginny had chewed her nails to the numbs in a matter of minutes and was alternating between pacing and bouncing on the heels of her feet. She kept her wand in her hand, just in case, though really, did she expect this man to be able to attack her? He couldn't even sit up on his own. Of course, Harry's warnings were lingering in the back of her mind and she could feel a pit growing in her stomach.
She glanced again at the journal in case anyone else had anything helpful to add and saw that Harry thought this might be Barty Crouch jr. The man who'd impersonated Professor Moody. But he couldn't be...Well, really, anything was possible in the village, she supposed. But---
Curiosity was getting the better of her and there was one sure fire way to check and see if this man was as dangerous as her husband insisted. He seemed to be out. His breathing was even, if a little shallow and she could easily just slide his sleeve up and check his arm for the Mark.
Carefully, and with her heart pounding in her chest, she stepped over towards the couch, wand in one hand the other stretched out to very delicately move the fabric of his sleeve so that she could get a look at the skin underneath.