Agreeing, Charlie nodded once more, "different, yes, but it was a choice between working with dragons or playing Quidditch. I somehow managed to convince myself that I had more of a passion for dragons, which I certainly do. I miss playing, but you would know how useless a player would be if they always thought they may have regretted a choice they made, no matter how big or small. What use would I have been if I spend my career as a Seeker wondering about how different or how much better my life would have been?"
It was a valid point, and had Charlie never chosen to go to Romania, he never would have known. "My heart was not in it as much as I thought it was," he admitted. Only another player, like Marcus, would understand that: the heart and mind needed to be in the game. If one was somewhere else, it had the potential to ruin the whole of the match. "And they may not have," he said, trying to be humble. Charlie knew he had been a good player and worked hard at everything he did, but it was not as easy as earning trophies and a lot of games that put someone on a professional team—he knew that and knew counting on being a seeker until retiring was not a sure thing. He very much believed in a solid, reliable path for his life (especially during a time of war).
"Understandable. Why bother playing somewhere else when you're exactly where you want to be?" He had to accept that answer or he would have looked hypocritical. "I never regretted moving out to work with dragons, but I have wondered about what it would be like if I had been a professional Quidditch player. It's one thing to be a dragon-keeper and dream of being an athlete than to be an athlete and wonder if you made a mistake. This way I'm not liable to six other players' dreams and goals, or disappointing fans if I did horribly."