Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
He had absolutely no qualms about taking money from the Ministry, a puppeted Ministry or one filled with gnomes in fancy dress, gold was gold to Scabior. It was tying himself to the bureaucracy that worried him, with that dealbreaker off the table Trev saw very few downsides to the offer. Trev grinned and downed the last of his scotch, freeing up glass to toss the used up cigarette into. "I think I might be perfect for such a job."