Malfoy's Don't Fart...REALLY
Severus Snape sat elegantly at his desk going over the many despicable essays of Hogwarts students that just did not care about his class marking every one that was wrong with bold red streaks and scathing comments. Across from him at a desk of his own was Draco Malfoy, his godson and apprentice. Draco sat regally not really looking at what he was supposed to be grading as he had no intention to be a teacher, simply a potions master.
It was drawing late into the evening when a rather strange hissing sound sounded through the silent room and a rather foul smell hit Severus' senses. Severus looked up at his apprentice in astonishment his eyebrows furrowing in suspicion.
"Young Malfoy did you just pass gas in my office?" Severus asked in disbelief. Draco looked up appalled at the accusation.
"Of course I did not. Malfoys do not do such...boarish things." Draco sneered a light pink dusting his cheeks. At that point a rather loud and unmistakable sound echoed through the room with its force. The pink upon Draco's cheeks darkened to a cherry red. Severus raised an eyebrow.
"Of course they don't." Severus remarked condescendingly. Draco simply glared at him before focusing harder on his work. Severus smirked despite the rather foul smell now lingering in the room. Severus momentarily debated whether or not to ask if the lad had fouled himself since it smelled so awful but thought better of it. After all he would not have done such a thing, right?