After banishing her desk to the wall with a charm, Alice stepped back and surveyed the black pieces. Hm. By listening to the conversations around her, it was easy to tell that most of her classmates had no idea how to play Wizards Chess. She was fairly familiar with it, having played it a lot with Gramps when she was younger. No doubt her skills would be quite rusty now, but she still wanted a valuable piece.

The Queen. It was hers.

Stiffly shuffling over to the Gryffindor and Slytherin side of the classroom floor-gone-board, the seventh year stepped into the square just next to the King- hopefully, there would be someone clever in that spot. But the Black Queen's position had been claimed.