Antonin walked over to the sideboard and began building a drink, light on the ice, heavy on the firevodka. He motioned to Justin to join him if he wished.
"No, in a bit, we go down and I see how much I can wind her up. Anger is a powerful emotion. Sometimes, even stronger than love. I've got to give her something to hang onto to replace her self pity."
"It looks like we're dealing with a combination of chemical and emotional dependency on the potions. The first we can deal with, given a little time. The emotional, we can help her, but she has to do the heavy lifting herself. Hopefully, I get her mad, then I get her thinking. Judging by her reaction, she's not self-destructive, so I hope we can turn the anger into positive energy toward getting better. She is a strong person, after all, so I think that will be the best way to approach her addiction."
Antonin chuckled, "Well, it wasn't that bad of an attack for someone untrained, but it would take more than that to break the wards on the house; they are tied to Dolohov Castle and Town, and supported by the magic of all of us together. But if she had got through the wards, it would have been uncomfortable for me for a little bit. I did have my wand in my hand the whole time, remember?"
"On the other hand," he went on, "if the dampening spell I cast on the library had failed, and we woke Morag up from her nap, I'd be in real trouble right now."