Oliver mock-glared at Charlie. "That's the future, mate. Professional Quidditch is going the way of stuffed animals. Give it a couple of years and we'll all be flying around dressed up as giant advertising spaces and perhaps, between the adds, we get to play Quidditch."
He was joking but the topic itself upset Oliver. To be honest, everything involving his sport had the ability to upset the Scot but this was almost as bad as pulling Muggleborn players out of the teams. The quality of Pro-Quidditch had worsened noticeably in Oliver's opinion. On his own team as well as on countless others.
Sighing dramatically, Oliver finished his drink and put the glass down. "There's an add for toothpaste, Twinky's or something like that, and they almost sponsored Puddlemere - which would have meant dressing up as a hamster." Oliver shrugged somewhat helplessly. "But with really good teeth."