"Hey!" Harry feigned a yelp of pain as Jack's pencil wrapped his knee, laughing a bit and batting away the offending instrument. "I think I might need to take a look at that rule book of yours," He teased, though he obediantly sat a bit more into the back of his seat to keep himself from trying to look at the sketch again. He couldn't help but be curious about it, wondering how Jack would choose to depict him.
"I think in most cultures threatening to blow things up is generally frowned upon," He agreed with a little grin as he took another grateful sip of his mocha. There were few things better in the world than chocolate flavoured coffee. With marshmallows. "Mmm, I sort of tried it with King-er, the Minister. I ended up resigning." He admitted, shaking his head. "I bloody hate politics. It's never about the politics themselves, it's always about who's arse you're willing to lick."