"Now that I can do mate," George said, studying the boy for a minute. With his dark hair, eyelined eyes and black clothing, he wasn't really the image of a Weasley, but George liked that about him. He was his own person, and George could respect that. He thought it would be harder to accept if Alex had been a mini-FrednGeorge, and it was easier to think of Alex as just another kid with him looking the way he did.
"You're probably right, and I'd rather keep the guard out of our personal rooms." MOstly because not everything in here was legal, such as the potions he kept in his robes. There were only two now, as the vial of the E had been taken, lost, or given away. Eventually he'd ask Jazz about it, if only to make sure it was really gone and get rid of the hope he could find it. Or the worry that someone else would.
"Depends on how well you keep a secret. Of course, if you go blabbing I'm sure you know I'll make your life Hell, eventually."