Lucy glanced at Corwen, vaguely surprised and definitely impressed. There weren't many people who'd speak to Harry like that. Well, not normally, back at home. Here, he was behaving more like the HArry she'd first known. The back-bencher.
Harry swallowed, jaw tight. "There must be someone else who could help."
"I don't know which one you met, Harry, but those I've met are really nice," Lucy said persuasively. "They're not jerks and they're definitely not crazy."