Philomen had stayed after his loss to spectate the rest of the tournament, since he was really just here for good fun anyway. So he'd been privy to the indignities of those who came after him. Though nothing quite beat being turned into an animal, that was for certain!
He was, rather understandably, momentarily distracted by the ladies who were spectating nearest to him, and had begun shrieking as soon as the transfigured Mr. Blott scurried into the crowd. Phil was turning to the lady nearest to him--presumably to ask if she was all right, silly as that was at the moment--when he felt something scurry over his foot and then up his leg.
"I think I've got him!" Philomen called out, bending forward to slap his hands around the shape moving under his trouser leg. Hopefully without hurting it.
He was, rather understandably, momentarily distracted by the ladies who were spectating nearest to him, and had begun shrieking as soon as the transfigured Mr. Blott scurried into the crowd. Phil was turning to the lady nearest to him--presumably to ask if she was all right, silly as that was at the moment--when he felt something scurry over his foot and then up his leg.
"I think I've got him!" Philomen called out, bending forward to slap his hands around the shape moving under his trouser leg. Hopefully without hurting it.