Wizarding Chess was a hard hobby for Ron Weasley to break; over the years, he got more and more obsessed about it. Especially since in third year a certain someone managed to beat him. Beat him!

Five years going strong, and Ron was still not over it.

At lunch one day, he glanced around the hall, shovelling the remains of a sandwich in his mouth, when he clocked you, having just checkmated a poor second year.

"Give me a go," he demanded, ready to take the second year's place.