Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"How many others do you know?" If it was a Snatcher he was sure he'd have heard about it or at least have heard if she knew another. He plucked a bottle from the counter and pulled the cork out, tossing it on the counter before swigging. "Where's the house," he asked, taking her hand so she could Apparate the both of them. The ridiculous face he wasn't even going to touch. Women were just too strange sometimes.