She snorted. "No, you shouldn't be left alone, but that's not the reason," she teased. "You get up to more trouble that way, after all."
She found the blood, but it was barely a scalp wound. She pulled out her wand and cast a low-level healing spell, sealing it up with barely a scar left behind. Thank Merlin for her time playing quidditch, as many of them had learned such spells for just these occasions. "There, I think you'll live," she announced, petting his hair back.
"It's a good thing, too, else I'd have the whole Weasley family on my arse. And between you and me, I'm terrified of your mum."