"Really? I always thought I'm sort of boring to watch, unless I'm playing Quidditch." Harry quipped, shaking his head. "And we're back to the whole playing Quidditch thing again." He suddenly looked to Jack, his eyes narrowing a bit as a memory struck him. "Were you on Gryffindor team, that year I was Captain?"
He had a sneaking suspicion that he had been; he seemed to remember the artist being dressed in Quidditch robes. Something unusual had happened though, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. His memory could be quite dodgy.
"Oh, I wouldn't mind a secretary. Good balance for my disorganization, and all." He pointed out, but said no more. Though he was getting to a point in his life where he wanted people to know the truth about his sexuality, he knew he should probably start with his close friends. But Merlin, how did one breach the subject? He had no reason to tell Jack, anyway. Though he was cute, in that off beat artist sort of way. But the chances of him being gay were zero to none in Harry's world. Still, did it hurt to be a little hopeful?
"Chicken and egg thing, yeah." He commented with a grin. "But no, I think if anything it'd be the latter. I mean, I notice stuff, but I'm no artist. I can do quite detailed stick people, but that's just about it." He admitted; he and Teddy were on about the same level artistically speaking. He took another sip of his mocha then held it up, "Want some?"