"That can be the root of the problem," Antonin said speculatively, not really talking to the others as much to himself, "some healers insist there is a potion for everything, when another sort of cure entirely is called for. I might want to talk to this healer of Millicent's one day soon."
He went on, "There are stages to the addiction disease, mental and physical. There is lack of control over use of the substance, preoccupation with the substance, use of the substance despite adverse consequences, and distortions in thinking. Denial is a mental defense, in which a person is faced with a fact that is too uncomfortable to accept and rejects it instead, insisting that it is not true, despite what may be overwhelming evidence to others."
Now Antonin turned his attention directly on Millicent. Reaching into a desk drawer, he pulled out the small bottle of a familiar pain potion and held it in his hand where she could see it. "Sit down, Millicent. Sit down, and look at this bottle. Tell me what it says to you. Hold your hands out in front of you, and let's see if they shake, or can you control them. Do you need to take this potion, Millicent?" He idly twirled his wand in his other hand.