A/N: Almost Deathly Hallows compliant.
The Beer Frame.
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The afterlife
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Severus Snape was irritated. Well, he was always irritated, it was true, but somehow he had expected something ... different. He looked at the aged man standing a few yards away from where he sat, and snapped, "Will you hurry up, you dotard?"
Albus Dumbledore ignored him, although Severus was certain he had chosen this specifically to annoy him. Albus' screamingly bright checked shirt of red and gold matched his ball, red and gold swirls and sparkles. He lined up his shot, and with a final bit of 'english', threw. Hopping back, he waved his fingers to get the ball away from the edge of the gutter.
"He'll never make it," Tom said. The handsome young man shoved back his black hair. "A 7-10 split? No bloody way in hell."
"Shut up, Riddle," Severus snapped as Fred smirked. "At least Tonks can bowl, although how someone that clumsy..."
"You're just jealous," Remus Lupin said, looking up from where he was snuggled with his forever-young bride.
Albus' ball teetered on the edge of the gutter, then tapped the 10 pin, which skittered across to knock the 7. It wobbled, then fell as Albus did a little dance in celebration. Severus glowered at him, then waved at the former Dark Lord, "Riddle, you'd better get a strike. This is the beer frame, and I'm not paying again."