Sally wouldn't have thought Angelina was mental. She probably would've offered to look up some stuff about ghosts for her, she needed something to do. Instead she nodded. "They're beautiful flowers." Sally stood there, just looking between Angelina and the grave, before reaching in her pocket, and taking out a dungbomb. They were always handy to have around. Sally walked forward and placed it on top of Fred's grave, then walked back to Angelina. "He was always nice to me," Sally said with a shrug. Fred and her had rarely talked. But she looked up to him, and he could always figure out what pranks were hers and he congratulated her. Sally gave a small smile at the thought.