It's reflex for Ferdie to drift to Rosy's side no matter what, especially when there's something bad going on. They have to present a united front. They're co-prefects. It's what they do. So he does now, too. He can't keep his eyes off the board, intently memorizing all of the names he can. He tries not to feel guilty that Ennis was stolen from his own cabin, not when Rosy and Reid are clutching the picture of Sy like they are. That's more pressing. He knows.

"I'll help." He announces his presence, and it's quiet, but he doesn't try to raise his voice. "If you want. We should all go in groups." He tries to keep emotion out of it, where he can, forever pragmatic. "We'll find them."