"Mind my papers! You're going to get blood on them!" She smirked dryly, though from the look in her eyes, Ron could tell she was still fearful for him. "I daresay I don't want to put too fine a point on my anti-bloodline discrimination policy proposal by submitting it with crimson specks all over it!" She gazed into his eyes, studying him. "Who bashed your handsome nose in, then? Hmm?" She shook her head before Ron could answer. "No, never mind. I don't want to know. Here:" And taking him by the forearms, she began steering him back into the tiny powder room just off the kitchen. "Stand right over the sink and stay there! I'll get a rag!"