Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out by his phone and waved it at Harry, just to prove he had it, before stuffing it back in and setting back eating. "And I don't have an owl either. I tried to train a cat to carry letters for me, my fifth year, but ah, it didn't work very well. The cat wasn't mine, for one, but it usually just flopped down on the letters and chewed on some of them."
"You'll never wear a suit of pink again. It's not a bad colour, when it's an accent, but never a full pink suit. Please, never again. I don't think I could bear to be around you if you did," Jack pulled a funny face, but really, a pink suit? No matter the requirements, there was never a need to wear that much pink, ever. He'd not seen it, but Jack could just imagine what it looked like. "Did you borrow it from Lockhart or something?"