Harry stepped in closer to the girls, though he didn't try to hug. He had his hands clenched at his sides, flexing them closed and open again, stretching out a wrist that had gotten jammed on the way down.
He frowned, staring at Luna. "Argus? What the hell does Filch have to do with any of this?" He used to work with Snape, sure, but he was a squib. Pro-Pureblood nutters weren't going to want to have anything to do with him.
"Nice room she HAD," Harry corrected Ron, giving him a once over and then sighing, running his good hand through his hair. "Your umm. . . house got the worst of things when we were there. Sorry. I'm really glad you're all right. . . mostly. We were starting to think. . ." he trailed off, leaving it unsaid.