Hmm. That didn't sound too bad. Ernie had sudden dreams of nurturing a young, naive teenager toward superstardom. A writer, maybe? Singer? He could even deal with a Quidditch player if they could speak without umming and ahhing every second word.
He'd probably get thanked at all the award ceremonies too.
"OK. I'm keen." He downed the rest pf the whisky glass. "Do you need a CV? I didn't bring one. And you know who I am."