"Which is why I need to shut it," he said, setting the broom kit down. It was not as though Charlie needed one as the broom he had worked fine. If he could afford a better broom, he likely would consider investing in everything he thought he would need. For the moment, he would rather spend money on food and coffee so that he spend time with his closest mates and family (not to mention he still had not purchased a belated birthday present for Ron).
Nodding, Charlie had no problem showing off his tattoos or scars (though he imagined his mother would not be terribly thrilled, and he could not remember if she knew about the tattoos or not). Burns anyone would have expected on Charlie, but perhaps not many would think him the type to have a tattoo (or two). "And that's exactly it," he said in response to students going at one another. "There are a lot of fights, but it's expected, especially with the war. We're doing our best as professors, but we can't see or hear everything," he shrugged.
"Nah, perhaps not flying with dragons," he said. "I can't really get away from the castle for much more than an afternoon, and it's not wise to put someone who isn't trained to handle a dragon in front of one. We may have been rivals in school, Flint, but I'm not going to set you up like that." Charlie would not have minded flying with Marcus again but did not think that would be too feasible. He assumed, anyway, that Marcus was a very busy player and was not about to go out of his way to fly around for no reason at all. If anything, Charlie would have wanted a pair of tickets to one of their games and drag Hestia along.
"Anyway, Flint, I'll let you go. Good talking to you and good luck with the rest of your season," Charlie smiled, extending his hand out to shake Marcus'.