Characters: Trevor Scabior and Gretchen Watkins Setting: Trevor's flat, Thursday evening Summary: Job Board Prompt: Trevor finds something of worth while snatching Rating: the fluffiest Trevor will ever get?
The safe house that Trevor had hoped would be a boon to his wallet and resume had been anything but. The place had been cleared out before he got there but he consoled himself with the fact that they'd at least fled in such a hurry that there was plenty left behind. He walked down a hallway, glancing in all the open doors, and saw rooms with drawers tugged out and bags laying open. There had to be some items of value left behind, even if the mudbloods were gone.
He stopped at the end of the hall and turned into a bedroom, promptly rooting through the drawers and cubbies of the apothecary desk there. He had ripped out a drawer and dropped it on the desk, digging through the papers inside it when he caught a soft, snuffling sound behind him. His gaze narrowed and he tightened his grip around his wand as he turned toward the bed, the direction the sound had come from. It was possible there was some filthy mudblood that hadn't fled with the others, that hadn't gotten out with the rest of the rush and was hiding under the bed. Walking carefully, he held his wand at the ready as he knelt down and jerked up the dust ruffle hiding the underside of the bed. Though he jabbed his wand under it and shouted 'expelliarmus' he was still tackled by what had been hiding beneath it. A tiny, wriggly puppy scrabbled out towards him and leapt up to give him kisses.
"Wha....what are you...okay, okay!" Trevor laughed as the puppy clambered into his lap and he dropped his wand as he wrapped his hands around the tiny creature. "Hey there," he muttered as the puppy placed his paws on his shoulders and stretched up to cover his face in kisses. It wasn't the gold he'd been looking for her but he wasn't too perturbed by the outcome. "Alright," he chuckled, wrapping an arm around the puppy as he grabbed his wand and Apparated home with him, calling out to Gretch as he landed in the middle of his flat.