"Uh, best mate here?" Ioan asked rhetorically, his voice biting and sarcastic. Anthony told him everything. Or at least, nearly everything, short of Tristan's involvement in all this.
"And yes, I think you did it on purpose. Even if someone else told you to, you chose to act. And in a lot of people's opinions, torturing innocent people qualifies you to be a Death Eater. Or a coward, take your pick."
Ioan could see how nervous Taff was, but he hadn't come to fight. At least not physically. He held up his hands to show that he wasn't going for his wand. If it came to blows, it'd be without the aid of magic.
"Oh, it's Anthony, by the way. Only his friends call him Ant. I don't think he considers you one. But I could be wrong, since I obviously don't know anything here. Except for the fact that he is my best mate and I intend to see that you don't get anywhere near him again. No one hurts him and gets away with it. He deserves better than that from someone he..." he trailed off. He didn't know if Constantine realized how Anthony had felt. "He deserved better than that."