Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Better than any mudblood's," Trevor snorted, shoving his glass aside and stretching out in booth. "Good," charms were always more his strength than any other area of magic but he knew his abilities and felt they were still something to be proud of. "Alright. They might need some strengthening but I'm a quick fire and know a wide range." A knock out of a Cruciatus wasn't much good if you couldn't get the spell off before your opponent did, he'd always felt.