Jake, ironically, had been expecting Keenan's call for awhile now. Especially because he'd seen it a bit ago and had wandered down in enough time to hear it for himself. He popped out from behind his friend and offered a caring clap on the shoulder. "The good news," he started, "is that you'll find him soon."
He continued, however. "The bad news is that if you don't find him soon enough, he's going to die because he'll probably hemorrhage out of his brain or something. We all know head wounds bleed the most. Kid cracked it off of something."
He offered a flask now. "Liquid courage before you need it to deal with the kid. He's over by Ravenclaw."