She rubbed her arms against the chill wind, thankful that God had some sense of pity. “You’re afraid that if you move your pawns for a second, that I might get in and take your king.”
Ron’s queen shot forward, moving through the opening Harry’s pawn had left, taking his queen out with a violent whack of her chair. This is real life! Dolohov. She had nearly died at Dolohov’s hands… At Luna’s insistence, he had taken to kicking suits of armor instead. “Times were dark.” He continued gravely. “What are you doing here?” He slid a hand across the morbid photograph, staring intently at her. Why, in the name of Merlin, had Professor Tres been so against teaching them this? She looked like she was about to lecture a small child.