"Gereth Reginald. I'm the Magpies trainer." He smiled, slightly lopsided at Charlie, "I do know who you are. Even if you didn't go pro. Your work with dragons has been incredibly interesting to watch as well.." Gereth wasn't trying to flatter him simply admire someone else who made a name for themselves apart from their family. He laid some a small stack of galleons down on the counter for Aberforth and drained the rest of his beer. "If you address the owl to the teams front office they can get it to me. Thanks for the company." He turned toward Aberforth. "See you next year, Abe."