Percy/Oliver
'Bunch of strange things...' Pausing, Oliver pulled his phone from his back pocket and began scrolling through the screens, searching. It took him a few quite minutes but eventually, Oliver pulled up the correct message exchange and passed the device to Percy. Oliver was more than happy to share the private conversation with him because in all honesty, Hermione had frightened Oliver a wee bit.
Dreams were not meant to be real. They couldn't be, not with the sorts Oliver had experienced but here were two clearly intelligent, supposedly sane people trying to convince him they were. Which was he to believe? The collective ravings of a community or his own denial?
'I've never met this lass and she claims to know me. Well... suppose I've experienced that before,' he snorted. Some football fans could be absolutely terrifying. '... but never like this.'