“I poisoned my skin,“ Genya said harshly, “my lips. So that every time he touched me-” She shuddered slightly and glanced at David. “Every time he kissed me, he took sickness into his body.” She clenched her fists. “He brought this on himself. I had to purge it from my skin, then heal the burns the lye would leave. Every single time. It was well worth it.”

↳ @ginnyweasleys​ — will you go to the yule ball with me?