Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Trev's eyes flew open and he struggled to sit up. "I get a fry up if I crash 'ere?" If he had known there would be bacon and eggs involved he would have moved to Hogsmeade, or at least found a local Mudblood to turn in, long before. Or at least in January.
Draining more coffee, Trevor took a couple tries to set it on the table before stretching out on the couch. "I like it 'ere," he assessed, ruffling his hair with both hands. "I shoulda, shoulda moved 'ere ages ago!"