"Treatment?" Theo scoffed. "They tell me there's too much damage done. He's too far gone." He bit his bottom lip which started trembling suspiciously. "Bloody, sodding Mind Healers. Useless."
Theodore took a deep breath, angry at himself for letting himself go like that. And yet. This was his family. All he had. A side glance at Neville calmed him down. How much differently must things have been for the Gryffindor? He had never had the chance to get to know his parents – and therefore had had a chance to convince himself that they actually cared if they could. Theodore couldn't do that. His father had been very disinterested in his son and there was no amount of arguments that could change this fact.
"Well." Theo spat bitterly. "It's no use. They're all nut-cases now. Funny, huh? They used to think so differently and now they're one of a kind."