Hello, my lovelies! I'm back with another drabble. It really should have been done sooner, but it's been a busy time for me.

So! The prompt for this one was "Production" and this just came out. I'm not sure why. In no way was this written with romance in mind. Just thought I'd clear that up. This one is 226 words.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.


She wonders what it's like for George now.

From what the Nargles are saying, no one has seen hide nor hair of him since he left the Burrow the other day, though Ginny claims he's just in the joke shop. Says he wants to be alone.

And she understands. When you lose someone, it's not easy to let go of them. You start to cling to everything you have left, you start to lose yourself in trying to find them.

These things happen.

All the same, Luna can't help but feel a tad bit worried; it's not easy to go through the process of losing someone all alone. When her mum went, she had her dad, and the Wrackspurts; George has sealed himself up in the joke shop, thrown himself into the production of (if the Yellow-Snouted Pigwit is to be believed) joke wands.

And that's what Luna comes to the Burrow to find one day, on one of her visits: George, at the dinner table, waving his wand over a pile of what Luna can only assume are joke wands like the ones he used to make with Fred, because when Molly picks one up carelessly and it turns into a rubber chicken in her hand (it looks oddly like a Gringnut, though) that's when the production of something precious starts.

The production of tears.