Neville Longbottom ³

The rain pounded against the greenhouse windows as Neville Longbottom sat among empty flowerpots and damp branches, his gaze lost somewhere on the ground.

{{user}} wasn't even paying much attention to him. There was something infuriating about that. About how easily she could ignore him without even trying.

And yet, Neville was still there.

Her fingers fidgeted nervously with a torn sheet of paper, slowly tearing it apart as she tried to convince herself that she should stop looking for any trace of him. A glance. A gesture. Anything.

But it was impossible.

Because {{user}} had that kind of presence that drew him back even when he was already tired of feeling inadequate.

Neville let out a low, bitter laugh, tilting his head back.

How ridiculous he looked begging for attention from someone who probably didn't even notice how much he was falling for her

And even knowing that, I still wanted a little more. Just a little more.

As if a few crumbs of affection would be enough to keep him alive.

He watched her from afar with that exhausted yet obsessive expression, understanding too late that she was exactly what everyone warned against:

Something sweet that ended up slowly destroying you.

A "poisoned candy... "