That was going too damn far. Friends or not, joking about Draco losing his hand was over the line. They didn’t even seem to give a damn that Draco was a person, a boy their own age, who wasn’t actually evil but just raised horribly wrong, who had gotten tangled up in a mess he hadn’t been able to extricate himself from immediately. They didn’t care that he had turned himself over to the Order, or that he had been tortured for letting Hermione go in the Manor, or that he had lost everything that had once been important to him. They just didn’t give a fuck.