Ron got the trapdoor open, glanced between the yawning dark and the only-precariously-nodding-off-Cerberus, and chose the trapdoor. He jumped. The others made it through about two lines of the first verse before the twins dragged Percy bodily through the trapdoor, into a tangled pile of limbs and slithering vines. "You know," said Percy conversationally, "if someone had told me that my life would actually depend on my ability to remember the words of Puddlemere United's anthem, I would have told them they were out of their mind."