Fred hadn't changed at all physically. He was the same age he'd been when he died at the battle of Hogwarts. Only his eyes looked a little older but he had been through trauma that had likely changed him more than he suspected. More than he realized. His heart felt a little heavier and exhaustion still washed over him. It was a strange indescribable feeling. His heart had stopped, he'd been dead for some time and suddenly there he was. Sitting at a computer in the middle of Los Angeles. In America. The other bloody side of the world.
Fred didn't even look up, mostly because he hadn't heard her. His eyes were closed and resting in the palms of his hands. He was overwhelmed. Tensing as a small but familiar hand touched his shoulder, he finally blinked his eyes open and met her gaze with his own of hazel.
He could barely find the words. Ginny told him she looked different but he hadn't expect it to be this different. instead he stood. "Gin? Is that you?" Fred gave her a curious glance.