She didn't argue the points anymore. It would do little good. Brigitte had far more on her plate than a young girl should ever have to deal with. That quite a bit of it was of her own making didn't matter, not in the moment. 

"I'm so tired. I'm so sick of...everything."

Frowning, she encouraged the girl to drink her tea.

"There's little I can say that won't come across as trite and cliche," she said quietly, watching the young girl. "What I will say is that you have suffered more than a girl your age should have. Your parents should be alive and your brother should not be in Azkaban. You shouldn't be dealing with anything rougher than a five foot essay from Professor Snape and a lecture to sit through in Professor Binns class. I understand all of that," she assured Brigitte.

"But you're still here. You're still breathing. And it's a big step that you came in here without being dragged or dripping blood," she reminded the young girl.