            "And why not? Ze heart is a muscle, after all. With time, and patience, it can be coaxed to overcome even ze most difficult of strains." Esme reached out, patted Hermione’s hand, then disappeared back down the stairs. After a few seconds, the faint pop of her apparition faded into silence. Hermione clutched the little vial in her fist, relishing in its smooth, cool glass.