Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Trevor didn't mean to ignore Gretchen's prying, not really. But even though she had always tread the lines between acceptable and questionable so well he wasn't sure if he wanted to risk any episodes when he didn't have his catch, one that should be home any moment.
He was digging through drawers when Gretchen cam into the room, he glanced over his shoulder as she entered and fell on the bed. "So take them," he told her, moving on to the closet. "You just got back but...you know about the Ministry. Right?" He pulled a blazer out of the closet and shrugged it on before falling beside her on the bed. "They're offering prices for any mudbloods turned in. Good prices."