"Yeah, yeah. But is swallowing the damn thing the same as catching it? I was stupid in the first place to use my broom as a surf board." Harry argued lightly, still seeing that game as one of his down sides. "Oh yeah...Quirrell was making my broom go nutters!" He'd completely forgotten that, and how Hermione had set Snape's robes on fire because they'd thought it was him. He smiled softly at the memory.
"That makes sense," He murmured softly, listening intently as Jack explained being able to touch someone. He felt a distinctive tightening at the mental image but shook that away, as nice as it sounded. "I imagine it helps make the drawing more..three dimensional."
And then his breath caught in his throat as Jack turned the sketch around. It was no caricature, not even close. It was...beautiful. It looked like him, certainly, but the artistry of it, the intensity of his eyes, the slight draw of his eyebrows, every little detail was intimate and personal. Colour rose to his cheeks and he found himself smiling slightly, eyes darting up to Jack's face and then back to his own, drawn so detailed and intense.
"I think this drawing could make me love looking at myself," He joked lightly, leaning forward a bit to study it more closely. "This is...wow. I mean, I don't think I'm much to look t, but...this is gorgeous." He looked back up at Jack, his expression softer, awed. "Is this...is this really how you see me?"