Antonin waved an admonishing finger at Justin. "My explanations were as much for you as for her. This stage is called 'denial'. She denies she has a problem, while that bottle in her lap call to her like an old friend, doesn't it Millicent?"
"If Millicent can be honest with herself, she can be honest with us. Can't you, Millicent?"
Antonin went on in the same calm voice, "You'll notice, Justin, she used your words as an excuse not to answer my question, because she wouldn't like the answer she would have to give if she spoke honestly. Would you, Millicent?"
"Tell me, Millicent, what does a check with a diagnostic spell find in you? When was the last time you took a potion for pain? Where do you keep the potions hidden around the house? In the kitchen? Stuck behind some nicknack or book somewhere? What would happen if I sent an elf to see?"