Al shook his head, then shrugged, because he wasn't exactly sure that the thing hadn't felt hot at all, he'd been more concerned with it taking his head off.
"I'm, I, I, uh, don't, don't think so." He began playing absently with his hair, in an attempt to calm down. "But, ad, admittedly, I wasn't, uh, wasn't paying attention to, to that."
He smiled awkwardly.
"Yeah, I'm, uh, I'm a Potter. Uh, Al, actually, short for, uh, for Albus." He couldn't help blushing slightly. This hadn't been how he expected his first conversation with his namesake to go. "What, um, what is that?" He nodded at the iron.