Peter Pettigrew had eaten eighteen mince pies in under five minutes, beating both Sirius and Frank to the record of Gryffindor Fastest Eater '78. He had also been tremendously ill after and was now staggering up the stairs to the hospital wing. Remus and James were either side of him, helping him up whilst Sirius walked behind, both laughing and choking.
"Merlin's wand, Pete! You out-ate Frank! I never thought that'd happen!" James was saying as they hauled him along.
"Shame Pete doesn't share Frank's metabolism.." Sirius muttered, coming up the stairs behind them. Peter groaned in response.
Madam Promfey was nursing some poor first year in a bed close to the door, she made a brief glance up as two boys unceremoniously dragged their friend in.
"Oh? And what have we done this time?" She asked, clearing away the healing potions and wheeling the tray away from the bed. She pulled the curtain to and rose a brow at Peter, swaying on the spot and covered with the crumbs of his victory.