Justin's expression didn't change as he watched a pale Draco exit the stall. Too many years of his parents molding him into a proper English gentleman resulted in a young man who could maintain a friendly, non-judgemental mask despite the situation. This didn't mean that Justin himself was not making assumptions about the situation, in fact he felt a bit sorry for driving Draco into a restroom, but his face didn't show that interior guilt. "Non-sense. Fried food does the same thing to me. Wonderfully awful stuff it is," he said, offering a small smile.
"You wouldn't know this because you had Defense with Gryffindor, but when Professor Lupin had us face the Boggart, I straight up fainted. I'm sure you can guess what form it took. Zacharias thought it was right hystarical and would use any excuse he could find to bring it up," Justin babbled, trying to give Draco the needed time to prepare himself and his stomach to disappate. However, when Draco began speaking of explaining and murder Justin's eyebrow peaked and he got quite. "No more so than wizards do. Let's leave shall we? I've already paid."
Holding the pizza box firmly in one hand, Justin extended his other to Draco, ready to carry them both away to the white cliffs of Dover.