Harry was becoming excited, but also nervous, at the upcoming evening. Not so much the viewing of Peter Pan, but the fact that he'd actually asked someone for dinner. With more than just friendship in mind. But he still wasn't sure if Jack even fancied blokes, much less him. Merlin, it was a scary thought. He was wading into unchartered territory and he had no idea how to go about it.
"Hmm?" He snapped out of his own thoughts as Romilda spoke; something about clothes going invisible? He glanced over at the paper that she'd just shoved towards him, almost choking on his own tongue as he took it in. Lost Boy Parties? Live in Girlfriend?
"Merlin's hairy, sagging bullocks!" He exclaimed, snatching up the paper and reading over the front page several times, hardly believing his eyes. "What the Bloody Hell is this?!" A sudden revelation came to him. If Jack saw this, he might think Harry was straight! "Shit...."