"Well, you do have great teeth. I can see them a mile away, used to blind me in practice," Charlie playfully muttered as he called for the bartenders attention and asked for another drink on his own tab. "It'll blow over, I'm pretty sure someone is left up top with some sense in their head to not want the players to be flying billboards. If anything, they'll have you pose near-nude with the product off in the distance."
Charlie shrugged. H was glad that his line of work did not allow for such advertisement. No one wanted to look at an attacking dragon long enough to grab the product information. That would be suicidal.
"What have you been up to besides Quidditch, though. I mean it can't take up all of your time, right?"