Justin wasn't a man who liked confrontations - unless they ended up with people naked in a heap on the floor. But then, that only tended to happen in his dreams, and the occasional orgy.
This was neither.
As Bianca shrunk behind him, he stood taller in front of her, as if by height alone he could protect her. He didn't like thinking he had to protect one friend from another, but if it came down to it, well... he'd Apparate Bianca away before Lavender could get a shot in. He wa a lover, not a fighter, after all.
"Hello, Lavender," he said, trying for casual, but he couldn't hide the edge to his voice. He wanted to chant See, I'm with her, just like I said, and I'm still alive!, but he wisely chose not to. "Out for some shopping I see. What're you baking?"