Money really wasn't something Terrence was worried about. His family had plenty of it, and as his maneuvers for the egg had shown, he was exceptionally good at getting things without spending a dime. Honestly, he'd just taken this egg for kicks; he'd tried a few doors, found one unlocked, and containing an egg. The fact that it was Draco Malfoy's made it even better.
Not that he hated Malfoy. Terrence rarely bothered to hate anyone. It was how he'd managed to have such significantly different interactions with Anthony, after all.
"Speaking of insane schemes," he said, starting to laugh again, "We should leak some crazy shite. Who would be most likely to run with a bullocks story, you think? That Skeeter woman?"
He could picture it now, already starting to imagine what would happen if they pulled that off. "Maybe she's having a torrid affair with Malfoy, and he got jealous when Trace and I charmed her portraits into dongs larger than his. Or when he found her kitty porn."
Laughing, he took a swig from the beer bottle. Oh, there was no end to the hilarious possibilities. Terrence loved his life a lot right now.