Poison For Cure | Barty Crouch Jr x OC
"Is that why you're so desperate to hide the only person who doesn't love you?"
"Then you had better start praying, Eddie. Pray that the Boggart doesn't take my shape."
Elinor Rowle couldn't stand Barty Crouch Jr. from the very first moment their shoulders clashed at Flourish and Blotts.
He was arrogant, insufferable, and blessed with a maddening talent: dismantling her pristine defenses with a single, sharp remark. She was his worst nightmare in return-armed with stubborn pride, a ruthless knack for retaliation, and eyes that practically dared him to push harder.
They shared the same dungeons, moved in the same circle of friends, yet never knew a single moment of peace. What started as a relentless war of pranks and petty provocations had quietly twisted into a dark, suffocating obsession.
A demon raised in holy halls, still yearning for salvation.
Will they hold hands in the grave, or burn out together on the dance floor of the living?