"My first Quidditch game was really embarrassing. I mean, I ended up swallowing the snitch and spitting it back up!" Harry exclaimed, remembering how embarrassed he'd been at that. Not a very deserving win, in his mind.
Harry returned Jack's smile, craning his neck around a little to see if he could catch a slight glimpse of what Jack was doing. He becoming just the tiniest bit impatient to see what sort of hideous creature he'd become on paper, though he'd been much more patient than he'd ever thought possible. It didn't hurt that he found Jack quite engaging and interesting, not to mention a bang up sense of humour.
"Wow. And you've never taken an art class?" Harry asked, sounding very much surprised and impressed by Jack's observational skills. "I mean, I'd never think like that. For me it's like 'Wow, that bloke's nose could swallow his entire face.' I'd think it would take anyone professional training to learn those sorts of observation tools."