Eileen could think of a few (dozen) uses for Severus Snape clones, none of them pleasant or legal.
Instead she just smiled. "Make you a deal," she said, reaching out to scrape her fingernail along Fred's collar and then offering the same hand up for a handshake.
"I'll meet with your brother if you come with me. On Friday." A smirk. "There is a certain house of bad faith in need of some chaos."