Having agreed to take on this search for some sort of flat for them all to coop themselves up in, Ron entered the muggle coffee place and scanned the faces of the people on the inside, his blue eyes eventually falling upon the somewhat familiar figure of his older best mate. Still weird, that. Ron wasn't going to lie. The mere sight of him made him uncomfortable. That Harry knew things about him that he didn't know! He'd lived a life that he knew nothing about? Was he still the Harry that he knew or what?
Well. There was really only one way to find out, even if it did seem like the most uncomfortable thing in the world (or second, as Ron didn't exactly fancy the idea of wearing those horrid robes from back in his fourth year all over again). Clearing his throat, Ron approached Harry's table and offered him a bit of a smile.
"This bloody city is massive," he informed him. "It took me ages to figure out where you were."