Ginevra waited in silence, never looking away. She really was scared of how he would react and well, she had avoided him for that and because she didn't think he was stupid, obviously he'd notice the pattern of full moons after awhile. She loved them and always had- until now, that was. Now she would either have to become something she feared and distance herself quite well or take a potion. She knew how to make it, but she was scared she'd screw up and kill herself. This whole thing had her scared, which wasn't like her and really, she was just messed up in general at the moment.
Nodding, she wasn't really worried about what would happen at the full moon as much as she was about how he would be around her. She had heard his view about werewolves a few times and wasn't sure if anything would change because, well, it was her. Would it even matter to him? She could see he was worrying, that she took as a good sign. "Are you sure you want to do that?" she asked, worrying a little now. If she took the potion would she still be different? She didn't know and therefore, worried that if he was around she could do something. She would never say yes if she didn't take the potion as that would be nuts, literally. That much was common sense.
Looking at him, she could sense that something was bothering him and she needed to know what it was. Right now she really just couldn't have any secrets, not any important ones at least. "Are you alright with me.. being like this" she questioned, her voice sounding disgusted as she said the last part. She really wasn't a fan of what she had become, she hated it actually, but knew she would just have to learn how to accept the fact after all. A few upsides came with it when you talked about senses she had but other than that, nothing was worth being like this. She regretted ever being in that forest for even a second. This was another time where she questioned herself being placed in the house of wit, the house of the Ravenclaws.