"Now let's just imagine we manage to combine that," Oliver mused aloud and took another sip of his drink. The fact alone that he thought of dragons and Quidditch at once was a testimony to the fact that the fine Scottish whiskey was getting to his head. Oliver maintained the opinion that he tended to get his best ideas in this state. Indeed, he started beaming at Charlie.
"The way I see it, we've got two choices: either we get some baby-dragons on the pitch while we play or we set some Bludgers on fire and turn them into real demon balls." Oliver grinned recklessly. He was in the mood to do something crazy and Charlie seemed to be just the person to do it with.
"Sanity is overrated. So what do you say? Fancy a little game of Quidditch?"