George wasn't actually sure what was in there himself, since he hadn't finished his inventory yet. Nothing would kill them. Probably. If it was the box from that German supplier he couldn't understand, then there was a chance it'd make them sick, though.
"I think it's dashing. Makes me look. . . like I'm TOO GOOD for hair the same length." George grinned widely. "That'd be a bit brilliant though. Loads of little kids running about with hacked off hair. Maybe we should start a new product line. Home haircuts. Enchanted scissors or somesuch. . . probably end up hacking off someone's nose though during testing," George mused, snagging the bottle back to take another swig.
He snorted. "Not if we're PROPERLY drunk. You'll still be feeling it three DAYS from now. Have you ever seen Jones go after anyone with a Bludger bat for staring at her arse?"