Fred allowed himself to be steered into the corner. That meant she had an interest in what he had to say. If she had an interest in what he had to say there was a chance she just might follow through. If she followed through that was one more angle Fred didn't have to keep his eyes peeled upon at all hours.
"Bad enough. We cleaned him up some when he came back. He functions." No doubt there had been potions hidden away, Fred hadn't gone through his twin's things, but no doubt George would be running low by now.
An addict would become desperate eventually, looking for his fix.
"He's a decent enough brewer." Potions was one of the few classes they had bothered to pay attention in. "But neither of us want the extra attention, yeah?"