Justin felt emotionally torn as Millicent looked at him with pleading eyes, asking to go home. A small part of him couldn't help but think that she'd been through so much recently that he was pushing her too far. Hindering instead of helping. But the logical side of him knew that she needed to face this and finally admit that there was a problem here.
He watched the exchange between Millicent and Dolohov with horrified fascination. Credit were credit was due, Dolohov discarded all of her objections in a way that was nearly gentle if not a little detached. And the further he pushed, the easier it became to believe that this wasn't nearly as under control as Millicent would like to suggest. Especially when he brought the potion out.
"Millicent, you need to admit that you have a problem," he said, nearly pleading. "We can't bring Ella home right now, and you know that. Not until you can face a potion without coming up with an excuse as to why you should take it. This isn't a waste of time, we need you to cooperate."