"Yeah, that would be the year. I am not going to tell how I did it though. It's not like I pulled a Crabbe and Goyle though, but yeah, going with the other boys was probably a better idea the next year." Jack shook his head, trying to forget the whole situation. He wasn't too ashamed about it but it was a little embarrassing to have someone like Harry laugh at him about it. It was just a funny joke, though, Jack could understand how absurd it sounded to hear that someone knocked himself out.
Jack raised an eyebrow at Harry, "No love letters? Then obviously you've never gotten mine," he deadpanned for a moment before laughing loudly, "Only kidding. But I can see why you'd not want someone bossing you around. I can relate."
He took a moment to really take in Harry's next statement - most blokes that were straight didn't make jokes like that, and the blush on his face well... Jack leaned forward and gave Harry a genuine smile. It never hurt to be a bit forward; plus, if he got the signals wrong, it wasn't like Harry would hex him, right? Not in a muggle place like this. "Maybe I am," he agreed, tapping Harry on the knee again with his pencil, before turning back to his project, trying not to make a big deal of it. It was nearly finished, but Jack didn't quite want to let it go yet.
"Thanks, it was just a doodle though. I don't really consider it art. I mean it is, but its not like... art has to have some sort of meaning right? These are meant to be funny and make people happy. But they've got no personal meaning really. Not all of them, anyway."