"Oh, trust me, I know..." Essery's mum and grandmum had both sent howlers her second year about the need to keep restocking that - even if they'd had the money to do so.
At the comment, she eyed him curiously. "Were you that lucky?" Oddly, the thought of him out in the muggle world caught her offguard enough that Essery didn't really see what he was trying to do with the knight, and she moved offensively toward the bishop instead before she realized and cursed herself under her breath. She'd basically given him her own knight that way.