It had just been a normal night like any other when Oliver had looked up from watching telly (a muggle American hockey game was on...Oliver adored muggle sports) and spotted a huge blue light. He didn't even remember touching it, only the pain as he was ripped through time and space only to land in a white lab in his pyjama bottoms, sweatshirt and bare footed. Thankfully the SHEILD doctors had explained about how to get real clothes, and even more thankfully, he'd had his wand in his pyjama bottoms pocket. He was angry enough that his broom was left behind, which was actually more upsetting than finding out he was in an alternate universe. One in which he was fiction. And that friends were here.
They did, however, leave out the part where he had been here before. And, it would seem, had made a lot of friends. Of course, Oliver was always the type to make friends. He made friends with anything with a pulse, that never seemed to be a problem. No, his relationship issues rested squarely with his inability to maintain relationships with women. He was far to old at this point to still be so bad at it. At first he blamed the fact that he never dated while in Hogwarts-he was much too focused on Quidditch, joking about and flirting with McGonagall. Now it appeared that whatever version was here spent all his time making friends with attractive females and he had no idea how he'd done it. Now he pulled on a pair of trousers that he'd bought at the only store open when he had arrived, and a new pair of trainers. He supposed it was probably bad that he was prioritizing a drink over seeing his best friends, but he figured he needed the drink. The company he was intrigued by, but he was also oddly nervous. What HAD the other him that was here been up to? He wish he knew better. He hated disappointing people, but he also had no idea where he stood with some of these people that had been talking to him. They sounded like they had been so familiar with him. It was like a strange sort of amnesia, knowing they knew him and he didn't know them. Well, no time like the present to get to know them, right?
As he made his way to the lobby to meet with Roxanne, it briefly hit him again how odd it was that she was George and Angelina's daughter, and that she was old enough to have a drink with him. He shook his head. He was sure it wasn't the last time he'd have a weird feeling like that.
The elevator doors opened and he scanned the lobby for the girl from the web picture, his face breaking into a smile as he caught her eye. "Well, good to meet you in person at last for the second time," he said, eyes twinkling.