"Now that sounds like a game of Quidditch," he agreed. Flame balls flying around? That would be intense. Totally worth the danger. Of course it probably would not seem as brilliant, but right now it was a perfect plan. He finished another drink and put the glass down heavily.
"I think I'll take you up on that offer. It's been far too long since I was on a broom." The man mused with a smile. He had played right after the world cup before his siblings went off to Hogwarts, but not since that day. It was not like he had no passion for it-just no time. There was one thing he noticed about the men he worked with. They were not athletes. More like 'Ugh.... I lift heavy objects' men.
"Promise you'll take it easy on me?" Charlie asked with a pathetic voice.