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A/N: From a prompt about bowling and the word 'artichoke'.

Severus narrowed his eyes and silently bid a farewell to the pins at the end of the lane. Focussing on the line he wanted his bowling ball to take, Severus blew out a determined breath and started his approach. He took one step, brought his arm back, took another step, and...

"VOLDEMORT!" someone yelled just seconds before Severus let go of the ball.

"Black!" Severus snarled as his purple ball careened across the lane and finished its journey in the gutter. He spun on his heel and glowered at the man now snickering behind his hand.

"Knock it off, Sirius," Remus hissed, nudging Sirius with his elbow. "Voldemort," Remus mocked with a shake of his head.

"I'm just having a bit of fun," Sirius said quietly, winking an eye at Remus, "and don't play so innocent, Remus. I heard you laugh."

Remus smiled. "That wasn't me, love."

Sirius frowned and followed the pointed look Remus gave him toward the man sitting across from them. Lucius was sitting primly with a small smirk on his face as he watched his bowling partner move into place to attempt at a spare.

"Hmm..." Sirius studied the blond for a few more seconds before leaning over to Remus. "Make sure you say the magic word this time so you can get a strike," Sirius stage whispered to Remus, making sure it was loud enough for Lucius to hear. He kept his eyes averted away from the blond and almost let out a laugh when Lucius quickly turned to look at them.

Remus made a face. "Magic word? What are you–"

"Shh!" Sirius held Remus' eyes with his own and made small glances toward the man across from them. "You know... that magic word for Muggle bowling balls... remember?"

Remus sighed. "No, I don't remember."

Sirius leaned closer to Remus and whispered something unintelligible. He crowed to himself when both Remus and Lucius shifted closer to him.

"What?" Remus asked.

"Artichoke," Sirius answered, smirking when the loud sound of pins being hit drew everyone's attention back to Severus.

The two men watched as Severus and Lucius shared a kiss to celebrate their victory of taking back the threat of an open frame, and Lucius walked over to the lane and started rubbing down his emerald green ball.

"Artichoke?" Remus asked softly with exasperation in his voice. "You don't honestly think he'll actually say that, do you?"

Sirius smiled. "It doesn't matter if he says it. He's going to walk up to bowl, and whether he says it or not, 'artichoke' is going to be what he's thinking about. So, either way, I win!"

Remus scoffed and looked up at the score, seeing that Sirius was still in last place. "I hate to tell you this, love, but I don't see how this is winning anything."

"Hey, you play by your rules, and I'll play by mine. Now, if you'll excuse me, blondie is about to bowl. ... DOBBY!"