"Every rag from here to Hogsmeade," Jack said simply, "Not that I believe everything written in them, but playing for a team that pays you I think, and I might be wrong here, but I think that makes you a professional athlete. Or at least, is one of the big tells." He did a little motion with both hands in front of his face, definitely amused by the entire conversation. "And yes, we are, sort of. Just less two people, girls and the mass of red hair. And more pretzel making."
Jack eyed Harry, pulling his sketch closer - he wasn't going as fast as usual because it seemed like Harry wanted to chat and Jack could use the company. Jack knew he was being selfish but when you had the attention of a cute bloke, not to mention smart, why would you give it up easily? Plus, it was turning into more of a drawing and less of a sketch - Jack loved his job as a caricaturist because he usually didn't fall in love with his work, but sometimes he had to rush home to re-create his work. This would definitely have to be one of those times. Jack stuck his pencil behind his left ear, reaching into his box and pulling out a darker, thicker pencil to help with some of the shading as he worked over Harry's hair.
He snorted slightly at Harry's comment about types, "I wouldn't expect so. Hard to imagine who would have him as their type. People say you can tell a lot about someone's interests by the way they dress yeah? Plus, he's probably way too busy being minister and playing politics to be someone's type."