Sport and and the breeding of basilisks were two concepts that should never go in the same sentence. "Pardon me, Miss Prince, but if I had seven hundred galleons, I'd more than likely be putting that into rebuilding Weasley Wheezes." Though the sort of things he and George could do with those eggs....
"Why on earth would we want more than one Severus Snape?" His eyes flicked down to Eileen's heavily pregnant stomach. There was a Little Bat in there as they spoke. "Two is enough."
Smirking at the grin, one which had a decidedly wicked flavor he noted, "Well, I stand corrected then. Perhaps I'll ask to create a little chaos. You can meet my brother. I'm sure there's some business the three of us could discuss."
As it was, it probably wasn't the best idea to approach her without speaking to George first, but Fred had always been a look before you leap sort of guy. They'd figure something out eventually.