The twins were already hopping onto the board, fearless as ever. Percy wished he could ignore stress and panic as easily as they seemed to be able to. Ron shrugged a bit fatalistically as he headed towards a knight, past the black castles which were drifting out of the twins" way. "I'm twelve, and not that smart," he said bluntly. "Fred and George are brilliant, but they're only two years older than me. Realistically, you're the only one of us that has any chance at all of even slightly inconveniencing You-Know-Who." He swung up onto a stone horse with surprising grace. Maybe he'd been practicing his broomstick riding more than Percy thought. "So you're the King."