Pushing up the sleeves on his coat and jumper—the tattoo of Norberta revealed on his left arm—Charlie got a bit comfortable. He likely could have stood there for a long time and just talked to Marcus about Quidditch and where they both were in life.
"At least I'm not the only one!" he said with a chuckle. "But I do know what you mean. I worked with people in Romania that stopped caring as much for the dragons as they should have. It's frustrating, really. I'm sure the Falcons get the same situation as well: players stop caring about the game and only want it for the fame, the glory, the money... Last month a professional team lost a player for that very reason, I think." Charlie shrugged, running a hand through his hair (which, luckily for him, was growing out a bit).
Laughing Charlie looked outside for a moment, "it's hard to give up something when you fall in love with it." Marcus being personal with Charlie was not something Charlie thought much of, especially since Charlie was a bit personal himself. "Have you ever shopped for Quidditch supplies in places other then the U.K.? Romania has brilliant stuff, but I don't know all the rules and regulations against that kind of thing while playing professionally. I bought quite a bit of stuff, actually, and some of the things I still have were discontinued."
There was a pause while a smirk formed on Charlie's face, "ever flown with a dragon?"