“I don’t want to go back to Mungos, that’s why I’m telling you.”

And that statement, right there, proved to Poppy that this young girl was beginning to understand. At least a bit. She had a long way to still go, but she was here. Now. 

"I'm not crazy."

"No. You're not. You weren't in the first place," Poppy assured her. Getting her wand out and conjuring up a pot of steaming tea and two cups which she promptly filled before handing one to the girl. "Don't, for a moment, let other people make you see yourself as they want. I've been here long enough to watch many a girl  - and blokes for that matter - not be in the least bit aware that the other of their half broke up with them. And I can guarantee that writing in a notebook is not something that is reserved merely for girls who cut themselves," she added, offering a bowl of sugar to the young girl.