Ron was biting holes in his lower lip, but he didn't seem to have noticed that he was bleeding; he was too focused on the game. Unlike every other game of chess he'd played - even against Alicia, who had proposed forfeit terms and had subsequently been dragged giggling and shrieking into the lake in February - this one had real, potentially dangerous consequences if he lost. Or even, Percy thought with a wince as the White Queen took apart a pawn mere feet from Fred, if he didn't.