Oliver took a deep breath as he listened. “So we didn’t meet in London after my last game? I mean… We definitely did. But… that was not a couple days ago for you?” Oliver tried to put his thoughts into words, but it wasn’t easy. He was having a difficult time wrapping his head around it. It was probably rather easy, but a few hours ago he’d been at home in bed and now there was Percy, a Percy from the future, telling him people from the past were coming back to life to live in some weird place?
With that new piece of information Oli couldn’t help but look at Percy a little more closely. If he paid more attention Oliver could make out the subtle changes in Percy’s face and the change in his hair cut, but he was still undeniably the Percy Oliver knew.
“This is so strange,” Oliver said, barely more than a whisper.
That he was standing in a forest in a pair of sweats and an old Montrose shirt wasn’t helping things much. At least he had shoes. He knew Professor Lupin was there and if it turned out that Professor McGonagall was around as well, Oliver would thank her dearly for teaching him how to transfigure things. Into shoes. Who would have thought he’d need to do that one day?