George sat at his desk. He paced his office. He pulled the erasers out of his pencils. He had been in there for hours trying desperately to come up with an idea. Any idea. It had been a year since Voldemort had been defeated. It had been a year since he'd been able to design a new product. His eyes flicked involuntarily to the desk opposite his. It was identical in every way except for the name tag. Instead of George it read Fred. Fred. The name echoed in his mind. Fred would have come up with a dozen products by now, George thought miserably. He spent several more hours pacing, sitting and pencil defiling before he finally gave up. What was the use? His imagination had died along with his brother. And his sense of humor. He let Lee go home, shut the lights and was just about to lock the door when someone called his name.

"Luna?" He said surprised.

"Hello George." She smiled at him dreamily before floating into the shop.

"Um, sorry, but were closed." He said awkwardly unsure of exactly what she was doing.

"I know." She said. "I'm not here to buy anything." George waited for her to elaborate but she didn't.

"So, er, why are you here then?" He asked.

"I'm here to see you of course."

Very few people had ever been in the flat above the shop. Except for himself, Fred and several members of his family, Luna was the first person to see it.

"Sorry about the mess." George apologized as he picked up some old news papers. "Haven't got around to cleaning it."

"It's wonderful." Luna said airily as she walked towards the large bay window at the far end of the room.

"Ah" George said. "Thanks, I guess." He waited once again for her to continue, for her to further explain this unexpected visit. But once again she failed to do so. "So, why'd did you come to see me then?" He asked. "Did my mum send you?"

"Oh no." She said lightly. "No I had a dream about you." George made a choking sound.

"You had a dream about me?" He said bemused.

"Well, not you exactly. It was Fred." She said softly. Yes, George had, had a lot of those. Though he would describe them more as nightmares than dreams. "He spoke to me, told me to come visit you. He said you'd need my help." George shifted uneasily between his feet.

"Did he? Well as you can see I'm perfectly fine. Don't need any help, thanks for the, er, offer though."

"He said you'd say that." She spoke with a faint smile on her lips. "He said that you would try and get me to leave, pretend that you were getting along fine. He made me promised not to go though, said it was very important that I help you." George stared at her in awe. Did she always talk this rubbish?

"Look Luna, I'm really tired, do you think you could help me some other time?" He asked impatiently. It had been a long day and he was in no mood to humor her.

"I'm not sure." She said uncertainly. "I suppose as long as I do help you then it's ok."

"Great!" George said excitedly as he rushed her towards the door.

"I'll come by again tomorrow." She said as she reached the door.

"Sure."

"Oh." She said staring at the hallway. "I suppose I'll have to go home now."

"Looks like it." He said, unsure of where exactly she was going with that.

"You now, some times I wish I had wings on my trainers."

"What? Why, you could just apparate or take a broom or something."

"Yes I suppose." She spoke thoughtfully. "But I often find I miss a lot when I fly on a broom, I can't enjoy the scenery. And apparating is just dreadful don't you think?"

"Suppose."

"Plus wouldn't it be wonderful to have something that allowed you to fly indoors, to float down stairs and through corridors." George opened his mouth ready to try once again to push her out the door when what she said finally hit him.

"Yeah it would actually." He said. "That'd be brilliant, especially for kids who are too young to apparate, and don't own a broom. And at Hogwarts!" He said excitedly. "I mean think of all those stairs, you could fly to your classes!"

"OOh." Luna cooed. "That sounds lovely. Well I should be going, see you tomorrow George." And with that she wandered out the door.

"Yeah, yeah." He said his mind going a mile a minute. "This'll be fantastic, I think I know exactly how do it to. Do you remember that time Mcgonagall made us turn our books into canaries? Fred? Fred?" He looked up. His voice echoed off the walls of the flat. It was at moments like this that George remembered just how lonely he was.