That was an... experience.

Theodore landed on his knees, and he let out a loud yelp of agony. Of course, he wouldn't land on his feet. This was Theodore Kinsley, after all. Scrambling to his feet, the boy gave his knees a small rub, then instinctively went to follow the groundskeeper. But, oh wait... he was a second year now, HEHE. Adding a strut to his walk, Theo made his way to the carriages.

BUT - where was Blue? And where was his mummy to fix his poorly knees? He looked down, noticing a blood mark showing through his trousers. OH, nawt blood...

Don't cry, man. You're twelve now.