Theodore grinned. He hadn't come here with the intention of getting Zach to help him, but he was quite pleased by it. As much as he understood why the servants were unwilling to come to him, much less to the infirmary - it wasn't as if they received good treatment from the matron, after all - it frustrated him that there was so little he could do.
At one point, he'd considered asking Sir Nick, the ghost he'd spoken to, whether he would be willing to bring news of injured students to him. But that conversation had ended badly, and he wasn't motivated enough to ask someone he didn't entirely trust to give him information.
This - this had all but fallen into his lap. Zach loved information, and Theodore knew he made a habit of reading journals that didn't have hexes on them, even some of the ones that did. He had access to loads of information about the servants, and Theodore trusted that both his love of using information and his loyalty as a friend would ensure that if he got in trouble for it, it wouldn't be because of Zach.
"Thanks," he said. "I get tired of runny noses and minor scrapes, you know. I don't know what my specialty will be when I'm certified, but I have to find out what the possibilities are, don't I?"