Ron nodded somewhat curiously at that. "So you're one of his mates," he confirmed, fingers smoothing over the edges of the signature Harry Potter chessboard that he'd gotten for Christmas. It was nowhere near the real thing, but Ron supposed it was better than nothing. It had been a gift - one that had come from someone with a good heart - and there was no way that Ron was going to ditch the closest looking chessboard to home he'd been able to find since he had gotten here. It sort of looked a bit like the one from the first movie, where he had battled the pieces on the giant chessboard with Harry and Hermione. Perhaps they modeled it after the board. From what Ron could remember, the one from his first year was much more horrific. The film didn't do it an ounce of sodding justice.
"I don't know if you've heard or not, but Merlin is something of a legend where I'm from," Ron pointed out. "Historical figure, legend, and hero all 'round. Can't say I remember you too well, but it's prolly 'cause you're more of the Muggle sort than he ever was." Ron pointed to the board. "Right. You're white. I'm black. White goes first. Cardinal rule of chess, see? You get the first move and you get the strategical advantage. And that's the art of a game like this - it's all about strategy." He'd take it slow at first. Ron didn't want to overwhelm her or anything like that. Particularly not when he was jumping from subject to subject.