"Sorry to laugh. Misfortune always seems so much funnier when it isn't you," Harry admitted, stretching his arms high above his head for a luxurious moment before slumping back down. "I've had plenty of those moments, though. Tripping over myself, spilling pumpkin juice right out of my mouth..." He shook his head at his own embarrassing moments, though looking back on them they didn't seem so bad.
"So you were the one years ago who sent me that singing Valentine!" Harry found himself teasing back, laughing. Talk about an embarrassing memory! He'd almost been given a concussion from the way he was dragged around just to hear the stupid thing. Of course he knew it hadn't been Jack, but it was funny to accuse him of it anyway.
The faint blush turned crimson, hot and radiating as Jack unexpectedly agreed with him. Agreed that he might be Harry's type! Green eyes went comically wide and he was suddenly very glad he was done with his mocha; if he'd still had it, he probably would have either choked or accidentally crushed the cup in his hands. Instead he remained silent, unable to keep the tiniest of grins from his face as he tried desperately to tell himself that Jack was just joking, he probably didn't even like blokes, much less him. They'd only just met, after all. Despite having had been House mates.
"Well, I get that. But at the same time, it's a really artistic thing to be able to look at someone and know what to do, how to translate them into that doodle. How to know which features to play up." He pointed out, clearing his throat as he fidgeted in his seat a bit. "If I tried to draw someone, I wouldn't know where to start, or where to go."