Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Well, 'e is," he nodded, overlooking the fact that she hadn't actually been agreeing with his view. He watched her for a moment, in between sips, more intrigued by this conversation than any she'd sprung on him in the past. "And you are." Even for all her flaws he believed she was well above Weasley's station. "I've said it from the beginning."