Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"I didn't say a fuckin' thing about love, did I?" Trev said, waving his hands to cut her off. He didn't need her talking crazy at him like that. "It's Gretch," he shrugged, glancing around as they approached Diagon. They worked, they fucked, they got along, yeah, she was vital but he didn't feel the need to dissect it.