Normally, Theodore really wasn't a fan of dramatics. He avoided them unless determined to make fun of their ridiculousness as they were often about immature, trivial things, and the times he chose to indulge in them were few and far between. Romilda's journal entry had initially struck him as an irritating cry for attention. Whenever he was in a horrible mood, he didn't cryptically take it out in the open and then refuse to expand on the matter. It worried people pointlessly, after all. But after asking a few questions and finding out that a) Romilda was very intoxicated and b) she had been hurt, his annoyance vanished. She was scared and inebriated, and she hadn't jerked Theodore around when he'd asked for answers. She needed help.
From their previous date, he knew exactly how to get to her house. After grabbing his wand and locking up, he apparated to her front steps. Looking around the immediate area and clasping firmly onto his wand in his front robe pocket, he knocked on the door and tried to ignore how edgy he felt. What if this person was at her house? He really knew very little about the situation.
"Hi," Theodore greeted when the door opened, his eyes scanning over her with concern and confusion as though sure he'd get answers from her physical appearance. She seemed to have her guard down a bit, so he loosened up, taking his hand out of his pocket and stepping forward into the doorway of her house. "What's going on? Do you need to go to the hospital?"