Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Trevor raised an eyebrow, honestly interested that she was the one to bring up the concept of leaving Weasley instead of him. Of course he'd been thinking along those lines but he hadn't said the words, simply that she should do what she wanted. "You're an idiot, aren't you?" he said, passing back the bottle as his only effort to soften the blow. "To not keep you're own share of the gold." That much should have been common sense even if she didn't own the place, you keep what you earn. "I don't know what to tell you Ver,"he said with a shrug. "Other than figure out what the fuck it is you want and do it."