"No thank you," the blond responded automatically when offered alcohol. The witch was a bit paranoid when it come to getting drunk and saying things she wasn't supposed to. AS a result, the woman very rarely drank in public.
"Certainly," Rivah nodded with a slight grin, "make sure they can't forget you." The Department Head had been following the Quidditch Stats for a while in an attempt to see if she could figure out who would be picked for the English team before the players were officially announced.
Rivah, unlike most other Quidditch fans, was in a position were certain statistics and such were much more readily available to her. Especially considering that she had friends, or at least acquaintances, scattered amongst three different teams. In accordance to her current predictions, Charlotte had a good chance of being picked up by the English scouts, something that would certainly please the witch. The other Beater, Rivah guessed, would be Jack Dyllan, someone Charlotte certainly won't want to share the limelight with.
"I think you have a real chance to get scouted for England. And I know you'll hate me for saying this, but I think we're both aware that there's a decent chance of the other Beater being Jack Dyllan," the blonde told Charlotte honestly. Then again, it all depended upon if Jack accepted or rejected the position. That woman had always had a tendency to go for the unexpected option. For a period, Jack had been Rivah's boss, but the redhead had left to play Quidditch and a while down the line, Rivah held the job. While everyone in the department had adored Dyllan's fun-loving ways, no-one could deny that Rivah held the place together much better than the younger woman ever had.