"Well yeah, but we have perfect noses, so it'd be a shame to chop them off. So maybe we'll test that on someone else. Who don't we like that's easy to pay off?" George grinned. "Maybe we can get Wood drunk and have at his head." Not that George didn't like Oliver. Years of playing Quidditch with him had left George with a hard-to-shake impulse to try to give him a hard time though.
Not that George didn't have that impulse with most people. "I was the weird kid in the corner giving the other weird kid the bad potions to see what happened." Whether or not the other weird kid liked it, mostly. Fred and George had been less subtle when they were young. George liked to think they'd matured. But not much.
"My mum says LOADS of things. I couldn't tell you half of them. I learned how to listen to only every eighth word when I was still a firstie." It made it funnier, really. And when Molly asked if they were listening, George could still say yes. Just not to all of it. He grinned. "That'd be brilliant. So you're all birds - there's lots of lounging about naked in the locker rooms after the games, right? Washing each other's backs, that sort of thing?" It was not the first time George had asked that question.