*a quick turn of the head to the left*

*a shifty turn of the head to the right*

...and Sir P. D. Podmore was off and running...err, floating. He darted in and out of a few tents, floated in between a couple discussing feeding a baby, then hovered in mid-air while staring out across the campgrounds. Well, he would be if he wasn't headless...sigh. Nevertheless, Sir P. D. Podmore had learned to make do with what was left of his ghostly body.

Ahh...the Quidditch World Cup! He was here at last! That had been one long, hard float across the country, after all. Maybe his old friend Sir Nick the 'You-Can't-Join-My-Headless-Hunt' would be here, as well! Yes, yes, this event was sure to be just one exciting experience after another.