Fred light banging his head against the wall. "I should never be allowed to help again," he said to his brother, "unless it involves copious amounts of alcohol and a quiet place the next morning." Fuck, where was Charlie when you needed him? The big brawny dragon handler could probably sit on Bill no problem.
"You killing him is only going to make the matter messier," he said with a weak grin. "No pun intended."
"Look, your daughter must be smart, look at her parents. She'll come to her senses eventually, yeah? She's just stubborn like all us Weasleys. You didn't stop seeing Fleur even though mum hated her. Not that the situation is the same by any means," he added hastily.
"Your daughter is probably too much like you for either of your own goods."