Julian grimaced and looked away without answering. He would have to bring that up, wouldn't he? He might not have gotten his hands dirty during the war, but he would say he had blood on his hands. One of his right hands, his so-called best friends, had died because they'd followed him. Crabbe and Goyle certainly weren't the smartest people he'd ever known, but they'd been there when he'd needed them. And they couldn't say the same of him.