That last statement of Zach's had Justin laughing aloud, which he immediately tried to temper in the face of dark looks being thrown his way. God forbid he laugh at a funeral, after all.
"What have you been drinking? And where can I get some?" He shook his head, still flabbergasted by the words. "St. Justin? Patron saint of oversexed cowards, maybe." He smiled. "And who in God's name ever told you I do no wrong? I believe a significant portion of the wizarding population can attest otherwise."