[The rec area here is largely unoccupied on this floor. In the distance, someone is practicing a sport that involves use of an inflated rubber ball on too-little space, judging from the unpleasant and sporadic squeak, squeak, squeak of shoes on slick synthetic floor. Here, though, Severus has encountered nothing but lint and a Chinese dude who pulled up a couple of chairs to the space-age ping-pong table. There is a racist joke in here somewhere.

William peers at the wizard, concerned. Remembers to blink, presently.]

I was hoping to check in, see if you was well enough to do me a favor, [he says. Snape had been recovering well from the thing last month even prior to the Jump, and the Jump does continue to be kind. It stands to reason he would be doing well. None of this deductive achievement can explain the current state.] I've no clue if you can. Y'awright, Professor?