"No, not long at all," he said with an easy smile, stubbing out the cigarette on the wall behind him though he hadn't quite finished it and flicking it towards a drain. "Glad you could make it. You've got the right gear on for it too," Harold added in approval at her more casual clothing. It had been a little hard to imagine Astoria Greengrass in anything other than the smartest, most pristine clothing, so it was nice to see her acting her age for once. And if he could get her to really let loose, he'd count today a success.
Cocking his elbow out, because he was polite, and winking at the younger girl, he began to lead her down the Alley towards the warehouse he'd managed to convince the owner to let him borrow for the afternoon. He'd done a bit of negotiating to get the owner to also let him cover the warehouse floor with tonnes of sand, cushioning in case one of them fell off the flying carpet. It was unlikely, Astoria might just want a leisurely soar around the room, but it'd help just in case she didn't mind a bit of a thrill ride.
"How you been anyway? Falcons are doing alright, aren't they? Got any insider knowledge that might help with the ol' betting game?" he asked cheekily, grinning. He kept a careful eye though on the wizards and witches, and Merlin-knew-what other beings there were in the Alley as they walked past, just in case they did something weird like grab Astoria or accost her to buy some junk.
They reached the faded wooden double doors of the warehouse in no time, and he moved to bodily shove the door in. "Not breaking in," he explained with a smirk. "Door sometimes gets stuck." Harold didn't try and say it convincingly, sometimes he kind of liked acting like he was doing something more criminal than he actually was.