Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Trev stumbled out of his new houses front door and into the dim Hogsmeade street. The house he'd taken up residence in was filled with various characters, both some he knew and strangers, who were enjoying the many offerings of his wine cellar. The crisps he and Gretchen had filched were long since eaten.
He had nothing against wine but it wasn't something he drank on a regular occasion. As such it usually had a strange affect on him, hitting him harder and faster than his usual pint or whiskey did. And so, around two in the morning he was struck with the urge to get some air and remembered Verity lived over in Hogsmeade as well. Pulling a dogend from behind his ear, he lit up and tried to search her out as best he could in a drunken fashion, half drained bottle in hand.
After several tries, Trevor placed his face flat against a curtained window he thought looked familiar. "Veeeeer!" he whined, smoking out the side of his mouth as he used the mouth of the bottle to tap the pane. "Ver c'mon! Open up! The last 'ouse threw something at me so this 'ad better be you in there!"