X.
"I can't help you if you won't help yourself!"
"I never asked nor wanted your help," he spat furiously.
She refused to cry. "If you would only look at my notes, you'd see that my ideas are sound. According to my calculations, the nerve damage can be repaired. It's simply a case of infusing the Draught of–"
"–Enough." Only the absolute certainty in his voice made her hesitate.
He looked so old and world-weary; it nearly broke her heart.
"If you'd only give this a chance," she said quietly as she slumped down onto the edge of his bed.
He refused to look at her.
"Leave me, Miss Granger."
She left, head bowed but refusing to give up.
He may have won the battle, but he would not win the war.