Justin nodded. He knew when people said 'fine' they meant much worse but didn't want to talk about it, and he wasn't the type to push people on that matter unless they were very close friends. Instead, he squeezed Ant's shoulder in reassurance. As an extremely tactile person, touch had always been his way of helping people, platonic or otherwise.
"Very true. At least we've got smart blokes on our side trying their best. If it does work, though, I might as Michael if I can give some to Mum and Charles, damn whatever the Ministry might have to say about giving potions to Muggles."
And speaking of smart blokes, Justin happened to be sitting next to one of the smartest he knew. Perhaps Anthony might be able to see something he hadn't. "Ant, you know a lot more about potions and charms and stuff than I do. I'm worried about my family, of course, and if there are other Muggle relatives who might be in trouble... is there something we can do for them? Because if we're in trouble, we can cast a spell or send a patronus or do something to call for help. Muggles, though, even if they call the police, they can't do much against a witch. Can we tag them in some way, with some kind of sneakoscope or something?"