Jamie was frantic. Which was no surprise, really, given the state of Theodore's responses to his journal entry. Somehow he had the presence of mind to grab two cloaks, though, as he sprinted from Ravenclaw tower to the entrance hall. It was there that he remembered he had no idea where Theodore actually was. His thoughts were in a hundred different directions and he couldn't seem to just breathe and focus. There wasn't time! From what he understood, his...friend...was out in the snow somewhere, likely not dressed for the occasion because, well. If he was talking about cutting voices out of his head, then he obviously wasn't thinking straight.
"Damn it," he huffed. Forcing himself to stand still, Jamie knew he just had to think and he'd know where Theodore was. His wand was halfway out of his pocket with the intention of a locator charm when he realized there was only one place to look.
The graveyard.
Fuck, what if Theodore had done something stupid? Okay, so not stupid, but desperate, and that's what Jamie felt like right now. Scared and completely over his head. He'd promised to help, but he didn't have any answers. And why were there tears in his eyes?
They broke over his cheeks in frigid rivulets as he jogged down the stairs and out onto the grounds. The going was tougher over the undisturbed snow, but wait, there were footprints! Leading in the exact direction he was going. It was dark, and he hadn't lit his wand, but as he reached the graveyard, he could make out a shape sitting where they'd been before, rocking. Rocking and speaking to someone. Or something. Jamie paused a few feet away, the cloaks draped over his arm. In any other situation, he'd have been shocked that he didn't trip. Now all he felt was concern and the sharp bite of fear.