Harry blinked, then tried to think back to sophomore English class. His memory wasn't perfect, but he'd paid particular attention to the works of the Bard, especially when it came to the Sidhe. And he grimaced. "Yeah, that one wasn't... wasn't exactly flattering."
At least ol' Billy Shakespeare had made it up to her with A Midsummer Night's Dream. This guy was probably screwed.
"Uhh. Okay. How about you hit up the library, and I'll try some of my other contacts? So she doesn't catch wind of you, and all." The guy was weird. Plain weird. And for Harry, that was truly saying something.