A few Mr. Weasleys would certainly explain all the bright red hair that Andromeda had seen over the last few days in the village. When george held up his hand, Andromeda noted the damp cloth. Years of experience had taught her to always ask before simply reaching for someone.
"May I," she asked as she held her right hand out for him to decide. "I just want to take a quick look at it so that I know what we type of burn we are dealing with, exactly." Burns were impossibly easy to deal with, so long as they were not deep, and if George had not gone directly to the hospital, then it could not have been too bad.