Title: Meet Cute, Sort Of
Characters: Oliver, Charlie
Rating: G
Summary: Oliver catches up with an old friend.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK and the publishers and no offense is intended by this piece. Non-profit fun.
Oliver laughed as he and his team mates cheered loudly. They had just won their latest Quidditch match and were out celebrating and singing songs of victory in the streets of Romania. They spotted a pub nearby and went inside.
"Did you see the Chasers on that team?" McDonald said, as he pointed his mug of firewhiskey at no one in particular.
"They were ruddy good! Lucky for us we've got a brilliant keeper, yeah Wood?" Thompson said, as she gave Oliver a slap on the back. He laughed and shook his head.
"Wouldn't have been able to do it if McDonald hadn't knocked that bludger off course," he said, smiling before picking up his mug. Something hit him the back, causing his drink to spill all over him. "What the! Watch i-"
"Blimey, My bad I'-" the man that probably bumped into him started.
Oliver stared on in shock as he took in the red hair, longer than he last remembered, the tan that was not done justice in the lighting of the bar and the muscles that hid not so discreetly underneath a white T-shirt.
"Oliver!" Charlie bellowed, a smile breaking across his face, the smile Oliver was quite fond of seeing when the two went to Hogwarts. "Sorry about bumping into you mate. I'll buy you another drink, and I could try cleaning up your ro-"
"You're bollocks at cleaning charms." Oliver mumbled.
"I've gotten better."
"I'd rather not risk it..."
"Haha. Been a while though, yeah?"
"Yeah, it has. Blimey, last time I saw you was during the..." Oliver stopped, he did not want to finish that sentence. It was a hard time for him back then, for everyone.
"Yeah." Charlie said, as he looked away. "So, how about that drink then?"