To say he'd been surprised at the fairly fast response to his letter was an understatement. Quite frankly Julian though Casey would have just ignored the patronus considering he had to get Delilah to send it. Obviously it had left an impression since earlier that morning Casey had asked where exactly in London he'd be. In no short order Del had sent off a response for the man to meet near the cathedral in Southwark later this evening. even factoring in the time difference Julian figured Casey would be able to manage it. There was a little magical community that specialized in sort of a black market-esque trade. Julian was certain the only reason it was still standing was because the government was benefiting in some way but he wasn't about to complain. He'd be able to get some of the higher end scribing materials he needed to repay Devi for the polyjuice supply... and Merlin that hadn't come cheap.
So it was that Julian found himself leaning on a guardrail across the street from said church and had settled in to watch muggles and magical folk go about there business. He had on a light grey jacket, a worn pair of blue jeans and trainers, and of course the fedora he often wore. It would make it easy for Casey to pick him out of a crowd while still giving the ability to blend in with the surroundings. The materials list he had, while not overly lone, was going to definitely take a bit of time to procure. A perfect amount of time to gauge where he stood with dear ol' dad and come up with a way for the man to trust him enough to let him in otherwise he was going to need a plan b. Nothing like a challenge huh?