"Ooh, an illustrator could help. I tried painting once, but I wasn't much good. Never could get past the part where everything's gotta be a certain color." The words came out, entirely true and correct and relevant, but his attention was elsewhere, focused on yet another turtle-shaped shadow in the corner. But given his luck last time, he didn't investigate right away. He'd wait, see if she saw it too.
"Well anybody can sing. Open your mouth, say the words, add a tune and you're golden. The notes are there, it's just the tune part that trips people up." Harry turned to look at her at her admission, frowning slightly. He knew very little about her, had never seen her act, seen her on stage at all, in fact had never met her before today, but he was certain she was good at it. He liked to think he was a good judge of character, and she just seemed like she would be good at nearly anything she tried, so he was surprised to hear she wasn't doing anything. "...Why not?"