George glanced at the wall and then shrugged. "We were testing something, and it imploded, and now whenever we tried to repaint that wall, it just melts through the paint again, so we gave up." He couldn't remember what they'd been testing, now. It was ages ago, before Fred moved in with Verity.
He grabbed the bottle and two mismatched shot glasses and handed one to Jack, dropping down on the sofa and then filling both glasses. "Cheers. So what have you been about lately? Other than using up Weasley products, which I approve of." Since it meant buying more.