Rolf had found a table where it was a bit quieter and they could spread out a bit if they wanted. He set his stuff there before heading back to the bar to grab himself a pint, scanning the surrounding area again. This time he won up -- that hair had to be Weasley hair, and he looked vaguely familiar. The leg he didn't remember, but they all seemed to pay for their interest at some point. Some more than others, unfortunately. Rolf had probably seen a picture before, he thought idly as he headed that way, pint in hand.
"Charlie?" he questioned, giving the other man a broad smile. Rolf was naturally friendly and not terribly shy, so if he was wrong, he was wrong. "I'm Rolf Scamander, it's great to meet you."