Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
At least Gretchen wasn't here to mock him this time. "Get away?" he asked, even as he knew that was the LAST thing he should be asking. He needed a drink for this, he realised and waved his wand to summon a bottle of whiskey. He caught it easily as it soared toward him.