Picking up a quaffle and examining it for a moment, Charlie shrugged. "Not a lot of people understood my decision. Sometimes I don't think I understood my decision. But you've certainly done well, mate."
Charlie, thinking a bit more optimistically, assumed that school day rivalries could be shoved aside for the sake of a bit of chit chat. He did not think the conversation would last for hours over coffee and a sandwich, but he, too, respected Marcus on the field. While in school, he hardly had the time to bother with finding a reason to 'hate' someone simply because of the colours they wore. He much preferred a healthy rivalry.
"What tipped you to choose the Falcons?" he asked, not necessarily expecting Marcus to reveal too much about himself or his personal life. He could lie to Charlie if he wanted, and Charlie would simply have to accept the answer as he was only there to make conversation. It was not often he had the chance to meet a professional Quidditch player, even if they did go to school together.