It wouldn't have been hard to convince Angelina he was George - and she knew them both fairly well. In the future, it would take very little effort on Fred's part to fool people, especially in the evenings. Pushing herself off the ground, Angelina stood and turned to face who she thought to be George. Looking down, she patted her pants off. Raising her head back up, she slowly nodded. "Of course," she replied. If George needed her, hell if anyone needed her, Angelina would be happy to stay.
"What?" she responded, and narrowed her eyebrows. What was George playing at? Running her eyes over Fred, Angelina noticed something wasn't right, he was... he was see-through? "George... what..." and then she saw his ear. His full, unharmed, very much there ear. "Why are you..." Hope suddenly flooded through Angelina, was this Fred? He was alive? Angelina's eyes got brighter and her emotions were running on high. "Fred!" Angelina exclaimed, and moved forwards to hug him. Of course, Ang couldn't hug a ghost and she stepped right through him. Shaking her head, Angelina felt that sudden hope disappear. "Of course I'd hallucinate."