"From m-my wife?" said the ghost.

"Yeah," said Hermione, smiling. "She said to give it to you, sort of as an apology present because she left without you when you died in the ditch."

"DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT!" screamed the ghost, his anger coming back. Edward's body jumped on Hermione angrily. Luckily, Edward was smaller than Hermione, so she didn't get hurt much, only a couple of scratches on her face and arms.

"No, please!" said Hermione. "Listen, ghost. Here's what I need you to do. Your wife really loves you. She does. She didn't mean to do this to you. She just had to move cuz of her job. She had no choice."

The ghost just sat there, staring at her out of Edward's eyes. For a moment, Hermione thought he was going to scream at her, possibly even attack her again…but what she didn't expect was what the ghost did next. He burst into tears.

"Oh!" said Hermione, tearfully. She dragged the ghost out of the water and wrapped somebody's towel around Edward's shivering body, then sat him down in a pool chair that was nearby. The ghost kept on crying as she encircled Edward's shoulders with her arm, and after he finally stopped, he finally just leaned against her, sniffing sadly.

"I miss her," he said, and then started sobbing again quietly. "I miss her!"

"Shh," said Hermione, soothingly, stroking Edward's hair. Andrea climbed out of the water, too, and joined them. The ghost suddenly came out of Edward's body, then, and the ghost horse came galloping out of the water to rejoin its master.

"Listen. Here's what you're going to do." Andrea pulled some roses off a bush that was nearby. "See these?"

The ghost nodded pitifully, with Edward just watching like he didn't really know what was going on. And he didn't, actually, because he couldn't remember the time in which he had been possessed, of course.

"Okay. You're going to give them to your wife, say they're from you. She's probably dead by now, because the ditch incident happened 100 years ago from now."

"Yes, it did," said the ghost, sadly. "I've been haunting the place ever since."

"So…so I got something right for once?" said Edward, looking happy. "That's good! I'm not much of a loser, after all!"

"We couldn't have done this without you, Edward," said Hermione, warmly; and it was true. They couldn't have.

"Okay," said the ghost, sniffing again. "Thanks, you guys…now, I think I know what to do, from here."

He looked to the sky, and called, "Gloria? GLORIA!"

Nothing happened for a second. The ghost, who was holding his ghost horse by one of the silver reins, looked extremely disappointed. Hermione and Andrea felt so sorry for him. Just then, the clouds parted, and the ghost of a beautiful woman emerged.

"Gloria!" cried the ghost happily.

"Emile!" Gloria looked down at him. "Oh, are those flowers for me? How sweet! Come on, rest in peace. Come up here and stop terrorizing the town."

"Okay," said Emile. "First, though, I must have these wonderful people's names."

"My name's Hermione Granger," said Hermione, smiling. "And these are my best friends, Andrea Potter and Edward—"

"Delingo," said Edward shyly.

"—and Edward Delingo," finished Hermione, smiling at Edward. "Now…have a good time, you two. Goodbye."

"Goodbye," said Emile, as Gloria waited patiently above.

"Goodbye, goodbye!" Edward, Hermione, and Andrea said, as Emile descended to the heavens to be with his wife, Gloria, with the ghost horse trailing behind.

When the clouds closed up again, Hermione was smiling and wiping the tears that were coming out of her brown eyes faster than she could stop them.

"Are you all right, Hermione?" asked Edward coyly.

"Yes," said Hermione. "Oh, that was just one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen in my whole entire life!"

And she promptly burst into tears.