"That's an absolutely brilliant analogy, George." She said with a laugh. "And you can take that to the bank. It's not often I encourage you." She, too, remembered that poor painting and it's inhabitants from school. She'd actually felt bad for them. After all Fred and George destroyed THEIR HOUSE. But she really didn't want to know the answer, but Oliver spluttering was fun.
She took the bottle as George set down the things he'd brought over. She took a few healthy swallows before setting it between them and looking over the things he'd brought for banner making. "Everyone looks worse when they're all pusy. -Think we should do the letters first?- Except that one time you got Flint. That was just bloody hilarious." She said grabbing a quill to lightly trace where the letters would go.
Looking up from the banner and at him she smiled. "Maybe one day, but you'd have to be a good boy."