Ryan scooched over closer to Rapunzel. Whatever was in those containers smelled rancid, and she was the closest pleasant-smelling person/thing to which he was willing to move. He caught a wiff of her hair and coughed. The smell of her hair had begun to mix with the nastiness, which wasn't a good thing. It was kind of a nauseatingly sweet smell...like when you're in a candle shop for too long and all the scents blend together. He opted for breathing through his robes instead.

"I know what that smell is," he said, gasping for clean air. "It's Dominic's quidditch socks wrapped in a dirty diaper, isn't it?" He crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair, and looked very smug with himself. He knew he was right.