"Wicked... " Fred let George take the bottle again and then he smirked. "Weasley Wicked Winds. Oh, should do a new snackbox flavour that makes them far too. Will clear out the whole classroom." Fred had brightened too while he talked, and at the question the smirking grin didn't quite disappear.
"I'm saying..." But then he trailed off, glaring at the bottle like it was its fault he didn't have an answer, even if he was no where near being drunk. "I'm saying our brother's a giant git, who's not even smart enough to realize he's being one, or making mistakes." But he was still their brother.