"Good!" he grinned as he began to eat. The short time he spent chatting with Marcus Flint earlier that afternoon turned out for the better and Charlie hoped that he would be able to get a pair of tickets out of Flint. "I'll probably beg Flint for ticket by the end of the week by turning on my Weasley charm," he laughed, downing half of his water in one gulp. He did not realise how thirsty he was until he finally sat down for dinner.
Staring at Hestia a moment, he gave her a look, "you better not be a grouch. If I can manage to get tickets from Flint, I expect nothing but insincere happiness and fake gratitude when we meet the team." Charlie winked at Hestia. He knew they were not her favourite team, but being able to see them play would have been more than enough. "Besides, you can always root for the other team. But if you get kicked out, you're on your own."
Pausing for a moment after a few bites, he eyed Hestia. A part of him was really curious about a lot of things. It was not often they had opportunities to spend time together. "I hate to ask, since I hate being asked, but... do you have a boyfriend yet? And if you do, when can I meet him? I have to make sure he's good enough for you," he smirked.