Preston looked at his scratched up and bloody hands from his latest fall that happened just mere minutes ago. He realized he was closet to the grounds keeper's hut. He gave a sigh as he sat on the bench. Surely the Professor was able to help him, bandage him up and send him on the way back up to the castle. Preston just didn't want to make a mess in the castle. He wondered where Torin would be at that exact moment if he were at Hogwarts, Preston would've gone to find him for help.