Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"I wasn't there, I don't know what it was like," he folded his arms across himself, trying not to think about the pan-fried noodles he could be enjoying if he'd just been a little faster. "And you were pregnant!" Trevor's tone made it perfectly clear that he thought the last place a pregnant woman needed to be was in the middle of an out of control battle with hexes flying. "Merlin!"