Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
It wasn't the proposition he had been expecting but he wasn't disappointed by it. "As some part of the Ministry?" He asked curiously, toying with the dwindling dog end between his fingers. As appealing as it sounded to make gold rounding up a few mudbloods he wasn't about to take a Ministry ID to do it.