There was no mistaking Fred. Unless of course it was a George. But Ginny was fairly certain that the only George around here was a bird. The bloke in the boat was a dead ringer for her brother. Of course, he was a bit older than the Fred she remembered from before she was kidnapped. And a bit more...weather worn, perhaps. But it was the same red hair. Same freckles. Same smile.
She had to resist the urge to run over to him and give him a bone-crushing hug. Reminding herself that he didn't know her and that he might not react kindly to her (somewhat violent) display of affection. She was a stranger to him and she had to respect that. In reality, he was a stranger to her too, but in different ways. It was definitely going to take some getting used to being around one another and getting to know one another.
"That'd be me." She said brightly. "Nice boat! Did you have a safe trip over?" She couldn't help but reverting into her Molly-mode. The need to make sure that her brothers were safe and healthy and good.