"Oh yes, I hear it can be quite a sport in itself," Jack nodded vigorously, "And well, I don't have any advice on the whole playing thing, I don't watch quidditch much, unless I'm dragged to a game. It's cool and all, but unless there's a reason I'm there to watch, I get a little distracted. I'm more of a hands on person. But totally good luck with the bludger hoping!"
Jack paused in his drawing for a moment, biting his lip and looking back at Harry. Normally Jack tried to avoid the whole 'think every guy you meet is gay until they tell you they're not'. It was a bunch of crap and gaydar was the worst sterotype ever, but sometimes, like now, Jack got a niggling thought that maybe something was a little...well, Jack shook his head and resumed drawing, because if Harry Potter were gay, then the whole world would've known by now. Plus, it wasn't any of his business. "Your right, a secretary would probably get on your nerves, being so sweet and organized all the time," Jack teased a bit. "And I don't know. Am I an artist because I've always noticed stuff? Or have I always noticed things because I'm an artist? There's a question for you. I think it might be both."