Harry had walked a little too quickly the entire way there; he was beyond excited about meeting his dad, the man he had looked up to all his life. The man he had never truly known. Harry had done his best to tame his untidy hair and put on his best dress shirt and a pair of khakis. Plain, but it had to do. He hadn't thought about the possibility of running into fans. His dad absorbed his thoughts completely.
He paused outside the Buffet and took a deep breath. You're ready for this. He won't disapprove of you. You're his son, you're decent in school, and you look exactly like him! he tried to reassure himself.
Harry walked on in to the Buffet and spotted his dad in no time. He wouldn't get teary, not like when he had met his mum for the first time. He had to stay cool for his dad. Grinning like a maniac, he walked over to James.