"I wish that was true," Charlie replied before he could catch himself. He'd been reading on ghosts, and though there were those that believed they were the entire spirit of the departed, others felt that they were mere memories - imprints left behind like a fingerprint on a pane of glass.
He watched his brother's hand fall to his arm, waiting for the usual cold chill of a ghost passing through. So when he felt the solid sensation of Fred touch him, he reeled backwards suddenly. Charlie raised his wand again and pointed it at his brother. "Wha-What?! What the hell was that!?" He demanded.