"Naturally," George agreed, grinning just as wide as Fred. "Brilliant. Or what if it was... what's that Muggle word... Mangetic? Where certain things would gravitate towards it and stick to it and you couldn't pry it off."
He laughed and took a swig of his drink. "Smuggled, it's called, right? What kind of stuff have they got the back or whatnot? Anything interesting?" George had really only seen parts of it each time he'd gone in to briefly visit Fred on his rounds or when they met up after work. It still felt weird to spend even just eight hours a day apart from his twin. But he would definitely take this over the alternative back home.