"Soon, please." Angelina said, which came out as a beg. Her voice was chalked full of emotion, and she knew if she spoke anymore it would crack up. She hated watching him fade into the night, but she couldn't turn away. Ang could just leave, this was Fred, Fred Weasley. Her Fred, George's Fred... it was all such a mess. Ang knew George wouldn't react nicely, but he would come around. Fred wasn't really here, but this was better than nothing... right?