Who: Angelina Johnson and Dead!Fred What: Fancy seeing you here... Where: Near the Great Hall When: Thursday afternoon Rating: Well, he's a ghost, so...medium for language?
The explosion had probably been the most depressing thing for him to see in a while. Which was saying something, since he was dead. But still, Hogwarts had been his home, and the place where he had eaten meals everyday for seven years had been turned into a pile of rubble. It was a hard thing for him to process. He knew his family was alright, though, and that was the important thing. Most of the people he cared about had turned out alright, and he focused on that.
It didn't stop him from going to the Great Hall though, to make sure. The number of bodies that the people cleaning had found had been steadily decreasing, and he was glad that when he went over to the usual spot, there weren't any bodies. Maybe there wouldn't be anymore.
Fred let out a soft sigh and looked around, spotting a familiar figure. He quickly sucked in a breath, though he knew it didn't do anything. It was just a familiar reaction. Seeing his family had been hard, but this...Seeing Angelina was something else entirely. He didn't know if he should go over to her or not, but he couldn't force himself to leave either.