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Fun fact: Bumpers are guards/rails that go up at some technologically advanced bowling alleys to prevent the ball from entering the gutter on the person's turn for whom bumpers are set. They're usually for small children or the horrendously untalented.
Harry looked Hermione and then Ron in the eyes and extended his hands. "Do you trust me?" His friends glanced at each other in silent conference and nodded as they came to a decision. Turning, they clasped a hand each, and Harry gave his own nod. "I appreciate your faith."
"We should get a move on, though," Ron pointed out and Hermione agreed, gesturing surreptitiously at their surroundings with her free hand.
The other patrons at the bowling alley were starting to look at them a little funny.
"3-2-1," Harry counted down, and the three of them exclaimed together, "For Hogwarts!"
"I told you, we're fighting for Hogwarts," Voldemort whined from the lane next to theirs and Harry meandered over to bicker with the tall, noseless man.
"Alright, strategy time," Hermione said quietly, seeing the two were suitably distracted, "We need to look out for Bellatrix's serious mode. If she starts to lose the manic grin, buy more cotton candy." Ron nodded seriously. "Voldemort's brought Barty this time, too. What information do we have on his playing style?"
Pulling out a notebook and a delicate pair of reading glasses which he perched gingerly on his nose, Ron read off, "Prone to fury strikes. Much like the Hulk, anger makes him stronger, and initial bad luck turns into greater end gain."
The fluorescent lights shone off Voldemort's bald head, and Hermione glanced over to check the status of the argument. Her eyes widened.
"They're already at the laugh and make up stage!" She hissed. Looking over at their counterparts, she saw Barty and Bellatrix had noticed the same thing, and they shared a moment of complete understanding and slight panic. They were almost out of time to enact the Agreement.
Ron and Bellatrix lunged for their respective terminals, entering names and settings at a pace beyond that known to man.
With simultaneous sighs of relief, they collapsed just as their leaders broke apart and made for the terminal for themselves.
Taking in Ron's position on the floor, Harry surmised, "You've entered in the names already?" Ron's quiet panting and slumped posture was answer enough. "Well, thanks, I guess. You sure do love to enter the names…" He flicked through the settings and exasperation settled on his features, Voldemort mirroring his reaction at the other terminal. "Why do I always end up getting the bumpers!" They sent each other unhappy glances, while Barty and Hermione gave each other a quick, straight-faced high five of success.
The Agreement lived on.