Preston was still extremely shaken from the dream he had the previous night, and it had him near tears just thinking about it. With a photo frame clutched to his chest tightly, he raised his other hand and knocked on the door of the office of the only person he knew to turn to while he was at Hogwarts. He stood there, looking down at his feet waiting for Miss More to answer as tried not to think about his dream about his late mother, he hugged his photo frame of the last photo he had taken with her closer yet to his body as if he was trying to hug his mother for comfort.