Charlie looked a bit shamed-faced, though he grinned at Oliver in response to the smirk. It usually took him a bit to remember that Oliver didn't mind if he gushed about how brilliant his job was - other people tended to glaze over or look a bit panicked and start looking for an escape route.
"Well, there was that baby dragon that got born," he murmured offhandedly, grinning into his glass as he took another gulp of his pint. The talk of quidditch scores got a nod - Charlie hadn't made it to as many games as he'd have liked this season, but he'd listened to all of them on the wireless.
"That'd be ace," he said with an easy smile. "I'm around for a couple of weeks, at least - maybe until the end of the month. Depends how badly they need me back in Romania." He was hoping for a longer break - it'd been far too long since he'd been home, and he had lots of people to catch up with. "Where's the friendly - Puddlemere, or across there?"