Even though Tonks had told her exactly who was behind this, that a certain face from what felt like, at this point, a different life all together came towards her. The grin on his face was familiar and new all the same. It was a strange mix of emotions that hit her as Fred walked over to her -- grief mixed with something akin to relief and happiness. Like Tonks herself wasn't a hallucination, seeing Fred proved that in and of itself. Still the memory of his death, of Charlie and the world After Him brought that sense of grief, and the knowledge that she was only here because she too had died. It was an uncomfortably complicated mix that she hid behind a smile. She could still manage that honestly.
"I'd heard we're supposed to be resting," Trinity teased. "And peacefully at that." Her eyes scanned the room for a moment longer, taking in the room and the faces as her mind began to settle. She'd blame the apparition on that rather than her own surge of emotions. It was much easier that way.
"Bit like a grown up treehouse, yeah? Instead of "no girls" you've got "no lifers" on the door."