"Nonsense," Eileen said. "People breed them all the time for sport and I can sell you a pair of genuine basilisk eggs for a mere sum of say, several hundred galleons." Her smile widened. "On family discount.
You can even hatch your own Severus Snape or two." All that fun for a pair of chicken eggs, who can say no?
"Al," she echoed him. "So that's what he goes by. Hm." Useful to know.
Her lips spread into a wicked grin at Fred's last. "Oh, but I don't usually ask," she drawled. "Others ask me. Nicely."