Jake/Shannon - searching
Shannon had never been a patient man. When his nephew of all sodding people at this school was out there somewhere bleeding and bashing his head off of things, there was only so long Shannon could sit still. He waited long enough for Emily to show up, and then set wards. An alarm would sound if anyone new came into the hospital wing. Shannon didn't want to miss Chase, but he couldn't sit around twiddling his thumbs anymore. The students were annoying the hell out of him on the journals, and he was getting sick of staring at blank pages. "Bloody fucking hell, Chase," Shannon whispered as he left the wing.
"JACOB WRIGHT!" Shannon yelled in the halls. He knew if he yelled loud enough and was distressed enough, Jake would know. He would feel it, or see it, or some magic would happen that Shannon couldn't understand. He hoped to Merlin he didn't run into any annoying students, because he had no idea what might come out of his wand or mouth in his current state. The combined efforts of his nieces was getting to Shannon, and panic was beginning to set in.
He needed to find Chase. And he needed to find him now.