"How is he, Augustus?" Augustus Pye looked through the one-way glass into a white room. A man sat on the floor, playing with some crayons and a sketchpad. He had strawberry blonde hair, pretty-boy features and he wore long striped pyjamas and seemed to be drawing a cat, or rather attempting to draw a cat. Augustus walked around to the door where the medical exam results were hung. He picked them up and read through the summary of the patients condition, and the phrases 'no improvement', 'no danger', 'childlike mentality' and 'clueless' stuck out at him. Poor man.
"He poses no threat to any of the faculty."
"I meant, how is he emotionally? How is he coping?" Augustus looked back at the man on the floor.
"Gilderoy Lockhart is happy where he is."