"If he claims to know more about chess than either of us ever again, I'm lighting his hair on fire," Harry didn't think he'd ever heard Theo that explicitly angry. He realised where the rage was coming from when he held his arm to his chest, letting his sleeve fall back to expose Bethesda's head. He used a knuckle to rub gently at the underside of her neck. "Sorry for scaring you, girl," Bethesda did the snake equivalent of reassurance and dipped back under Theo's sleeve. Harry saw the dark glimmer of blood and rolled his eyes, letting his ring slide off to numb and scab the wounds. 