It was so easy to nod, so easy to pretend that there were ways to solve this that didn't include the dreadfulness of withdrawals. She'd gone through it once, but then she'd been young, and now she wasn't sure she could again.
Besides, she needed the potions to cope.
What she heard as Pansy went on though, wasn't that she needed help, or that she had support in a friend.
'You don't think I can take care of Ella,' she said, horrified.