A/N: This is a really short chapter, because I wrote it during exams, but, uhh, yeah.
I really struggle to keep Luna's personality through the whole thing.
I pressure myself too much :|

Luna awoke to find sunlight streaming through the windows and bounced off the cream walls. It blinded her. She held up a hand to shield her eyes and yawned. She was about to get up when the blanket she had put on George now lay at her feet, which had evidently fallen when she stood up.

She padded through to the kitchen, still squinting. "Morning Luna," greeted George, his voice raspy from sleep. She yawned again and sat on a chair heavily. "I'm very sorry for crashing on your sofa last night like that," said George apologetically as he set a mug of steaming tea in front of her.

She took a sip. "How did you find the things, though?"

George flicked his wand and a cabinet door banged closed. He smiled at Luna and winked, knowing she understood.

She took a long sip out of her tea, letting the steam cloud her vision. George leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. He felt like he should feel odd, like it should be a sort of an awkward silence, but it's not. In fact, he feels perfectly at ease; maybe silence is all a person needs.

After a couple of minutes to themselves, George straightened up. "I should go," he finally said.

Luna set her mug on the table, pushed back her chair and walked him to the front door. "But you don't want to," she noted.

George bit his lip, not wanting to admit it, so he just said the next best thing he could think of. "Thanks, Luna." He descended the steps before turning around halfway and added, "I think I really needed that." The corner of his lips curled up into a crooked half-smile.

"I think you did too," she smiled back and watched him disappear around the corner, then wondered where exactly had he been to all this time.

Months passed and Luna hasn't seen George since the day he left her home. Not at Florean Fortescue's, not at Harry's anniversary party, not even at Fred's grave whenever she visits to say hello. Apparently, he hadn't made the effort to contact anybody, not even before he disappeared, it was always the other way around. No one knows where he is, but then again nobody knew since the war ended.

"I know we all lost a brother that day, but George, it's like he lost himself," said Ginny one day when she and Luna went to get coffee. "But I guess, in a way, he did."

"It's never been only George, has it? Or only Fred. It's Fred and George."

"Fred and George," repeated Ginny softly, slowly stirring her mug of coffee before taking a big gulp. She winced at the heat.

"I don't think he can sleep much, George," continued Luna. "He couldn't when I last saw him. Must be the nargles. They like to haunt people. Maybe Fred thinks it's an amusing way to let him know he's still there."

Ginny stared down into her mug. "Can't look in the mirror either. Smashed every one the moment he got home, even mine, though god knows what he'd be doing to waltz into my room and start dancing in front of the mirror."

"He's just lonely, Gin."

"But he didn't have to disappear like that, did he? He didn't write to us, didn't even come home for Christmas. Percy's starting to get distant too. We think he's beating himself up again, and he was just starting to recover from the guilt," said Ginny, evidently getting angry at her brother's behaviour.

"He needs closure, Gin. I don't think he's found it yet."

"Damn right he needs closure. You should've seen Mum a few months back. She was worried sick. She's better now though, since Harry, Ron and Hermione promised to go through the Ministry's files and try to find his whereabouts. We know she doesn't really think that they can find him, but I guess it's nice to pretend when you're kind of desperate." Ginny sighed and Luna concluded that she just missed her brothers – both of them.