Spencer blinked, drawing in a breath. "Um. A fortnight or so?" Saying it aloud made him realise how potentially ridiculous it could seem that he hadn't spoken to anyone before about it. It hadn't really crossed his mind, to be honest. These past few weeks, especially since more staff had arrived, had made him realise a little sheepishly how isolated he was -- how strange it seemed to be able to walk across the grass and talk to Jon, or even flirt with Mikey Way. Friendly as he might have been during his time at school: he'd had one friend at Hogwarts; in the war, he hadn't really had any. He was comfortable in his greenhouses, but it did make Spencer a little slow about things like 'asking for help'. To excuse himself, he added, "But it's gotten worse, this past week."
He shook his head at William's next question. "Similar," he said. "Almost like -- like a sequence, sometimes. But not the same."