"Why would I need to do it again? Look at the contenders." Essery grinned, took a few bites of ice cream, and went through the few pictures of the blokes who'd made it to the last stages and then not through all the pubs at the end. "Maybe Fleetwood's not drinking gave him an advantage. Fergus told me all your favorite pubs, and the bartenders were maybe a little too helpful." The pictures were of men in varying degrees of drunk. Then she started on the those that hadn't finished the whole game at all.
"This one's mum's favourite. I guess he's a professional quidditch player?" She handed him a clipping of Lennox Campbell, since he hadn't gotten all the way to the paparazzi stage of the game. "He went to mum's first in order, after Quality Quidditch, then to Fergus, and I guess Fergus scared him off? Mum said he was sort of quiet."