Fred raised an eyebrow. "I could see how that could be rather difficult as I'm pretty sure two basilisks can't have sex without a high probability of one dying." But then again, he wasn't an expert on the beasts. "Of course, that's not how baby basilisks are born anyway. From what I remember it had something to do with chickens and toads and a fear of roosters."
"And by the little sodomite you mean Al?" He raised an eyebrow. Fred wasn't sure if that was an insult or not, but he was feeling strangely protective of the odd little one. Probably because he searched him out after the fire and brought him to the Prophet's office building for coffee and a bit of sleep. "And of course I'm related to him. Weasleys are related to way too many people."
Honestly, he wasn't sure if that was better or worse than the people like the Malfoys, if only because there were so many of them rather than being inbred.
"And if you'd like a dance, you'd need only ask. Might as well shock a few people while we're at it. Give people some more gossip to chew on."