Harry smiled as the two girls walked toward the booth, "Well I'm guessing these are the ladies we're waiting for." He stood slightly as they approached which was just to be polite. Then he sat back down and looked at the two Americans. He was glad they found the place alright, he wasn't sure how much they had been shown or where they knew about. "Hello Peyton, Pallie," he had remembered she said her name in the journal. "Yes, I'm Harry and I think you've met my niece Isabella," he smiled. "How are you enjoying your stay in London?"