Ernie stared down at his Herbology book, not actually reading anything, his eyes not really focusing as he let out a slow breath of air. The idea, going to the office of one of the Carrows to attempt to suss out information sounded, frankly, suicidal.
But he had, after all, been the one that wanted to do something. Whatever that something was.
Slowly, Ernie nodded. "I can try. Do you suppose one Carrow might be better than the other?"