Fred could feel the smile pulling at his lips. He couldn't help it. He briefly thought about pretending to be George (he was Fred after all, he had to fool someone every now and then), but the tear marks on her cheeks changed his mind. He drifted closer, and looked down at her. He wanted to look her in the face, but hadn't quite mastered bending. There was really no reason for a ghost to bend over..."Ang, can you stand up?" His voice was stronger, probably would become stronger the longer he stayed near her.
"I don't want you to leave. Stay with me for a little bit?" Fred's hand drifted out towards hers, and hesitated. He couldn't touch her. A scowl crossed his face for a second. "It's not George-" Fred's eyes never left her face face, and he continued, "Look at me, very closely."