Heath was an idiot, he was pretty sure. Inviting fans back to the house was never really a recipe for success. Still, the boy had been so ... eager. He took a seat across from the bagle shop on a bench in the busier section of the train station and watched for someone who looked like he was waiting for him.
He spotted him when he came in. Even when they were comfortable where they were, Heath thought wizards gave off a certain air that marked them. At least, he figured the boy with the wild hair was the Jack he was waiting for.
If the bloke had been hideous, he'd have passed him up and gone home - left an excuse later. But the bloke was fit, and so Heath grinned to himself and stood up, pushing his hoodie back and letting himself be less incognito than he'd be if they were in a Wizarding area.