Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Smirking, Trevor leaned into Gretchen, pressing her between him and the side of the house. He leaned down, closing the gap between them only to grip her arms and move her aside a few steps, smiling warmly. "I'll keep that in mind for the future," he promised, looking up and down the alley as he pulled out his wand and stepped up to the door.
Muggleborns were getting increasingly paranoid everyday and their wards simply proved it. If he wasn't so adept at security charms he might have something to complain about. A lookout wasn't too bad as far as last minute surprises went. He motioned for Gretchen to watch the end of the alley and knelt down by the door as he tapped it and muttered.