There was no mistaking the look Jack gave him and Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes, carefully swallowing a huge mouthful of salad before answering.
"Nope never had one of those! It just never really came up before." He was pretty sure he'd already stated that, but he didn't really care that he might be repeating himself. He helped himself to a piece of garlic cheese bread, nibbling on it in between sentences.
"Skeeter is an insufferable old bint and should have her eyes hexed out." He said viciously, his nose wrinkling in severe distaste. "Horrible woman, really. And, I mean, I don't really plan on having sex in public anytime soon..." He blushed faintly at the idea, shaking his head. "But I don't really care if the public at large knows, as long as my close friends know first. Maybe I'll just, y'know, make a post in my journal..."
Harry listened as Jack explained what his brothers did, cocking his head to the side a bit in curiosity. "I dunno, it sounds to me like you're the only one with actual talent." He deadpanned, "Quidditch has its naturally talented players, sure. But there are others who just train really hard to be good. Being an Auror is more about training and education, as is bein a Healer and business man. But being an artist? You can study and train all your life and if you don't have talent? You're still going to be crap. But you have talent and dedication enough to hone it." He grinned a little nodding his approval. "But...I'm glad to hear you like your life, anyway. That's important; it's better to accept who you are and do what you love, than try to please other people and be miserable."