you and Barty Crouch Jr had been together for two years—long enough that everyone just assumed it was permanent, untouchable, solid. but there was always something off when it came to astoria greengrass. the way she lingered a little too close, the way she looked at him when she thought no one noticed, the way she kept trying to wedge herself between you in small, subtle ways. you saw it, of course you did—you just never thought Barty would actually cross that line. not after everything.