Ron followed behind Seamus, his worn trainers quiet on the stairs. "Could see if there's any space in the Corner?" he suggested. Not that there was anything wrong with the Common Room, but after spending the last hour or so watching massive chess pieces smash each other up, he wouldn't mind something a little more peaceful.
"Have you got any of that Dragon Snout ale in?" Ron quite fancied a pint. Some people didn't mind having a drink while they were playing chess, but Ron liked to keep a clear head. Afterwards, though, was another matter.