"Oh no, s'alright," Harry was quick to reassure her. "I've been brooding, stuffing my face full of chocolate, and playing chess with myself. It's been sort of a trifecta of being miserable. Sometimes interruptions are a good thing."

Bright green eyes regarded the woman, and they looked very tired and perhaps a little older than they had any right to look. They'd looked like that before he'd woken up here but the end of the world hadn't helped matters any.

"D'you play? It's no good playing against the pieces 'cause I keep winning. It just doesn't feel right unless I'm being beaten soundly at it."