"How was your evening?" asked Cele, first to ask.
"It was amazing, Mum!" gushed Hermione, before she then frowned. "But, Harry almost ruined the start of it by telling Daphne's friends in Slytherin about how the boys in the Gryffindor fourth year boys' dorm engaged in... flatulence competitions."
"I thought it was funny," grinned Daphne, just as Sirius walked in.
"Flatulence competitions?" asked Sirius.
"Don't encourage him," huffed Hermione. "I don't believe boys engage in that sort of thing."
"Smelliest, longest, loudest?" asked Sirius, grinning.
"Yep!" replied Harry, pleased his godfather 'got it'.
With a mock sigh and sniffle Sirius said, "I miss those days."
Hermione harrumphed and, with her nose in the air, said, "Come, ladies. We'll talk in the kitchen." And stalked out.
Snickering, Daphne followed with both mothers following her. Harry had no idea, until that night, that 'Ice Queen' Daphne appreciated fart jokes.
After the ladies left, Sirius asked, "So, who was the champ? It'd be that Weasley boy, right?"
With a grin Harry said, "He was the undisputed king of the longest. No surprise considering how quickly he shovels food into his mouth. But, it was Finnegan who consistently had the smelliest; and it was a toss up between me and Thomas for who had the loudest."
"With us, it was the rat," Sirius said quietly. "He had the record for them all. It was about the only thing he was good at."